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The Book, The Burial, by R. Penman Smith is available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and directly from Tate Publishing. The Burial is a Spiritual Thriller with a dark twist and a redemptive outcome. The story springs out personal experience; ‘write what you know about’. Those who are comfortable with fantasy and are not afraid of the reality of the spiritual warfare inherent in Christian life will love this book.

Imagination is the faculty through which we discover the world around us, both the world we see, and that other unseen world that hovers on the fringe of sight. Love, joy and laughter, poetry and prose, are the gifts through which we approach that complex world. Through the gift of imagination we have stepped into an ever flowing river where the realm of Faerie touches Middle Earth.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

What You Don’t Know Won’t Hurt You—Maybe!

A Report from our Down East Correspondent Shadrach Spencer:

Mildred and Wally Hotchkiss lived a long way off the main road, and Mildred was a penurious old woman, meanin’ she was a tight as tick when it came to spendin’ money; that, and it was a long way to town in their 1963 Ford pickup; which is why she was a’ churnin’ her own buttah, an’ it was cheaper that way, besides that, it saved on gas, and that old Ford really sucked gas. (Now the editor tells me that’s long sentence, but I been readin’ St. Paul, and he carries on more’n that, an’ I reckon’ he knows what he’s doin’.)

As I was sayin’ she was busy a’ churnin buttah. After a while she went into the house get herself a cup of tea, and after a bit she came back and went on a’ churnin’. When she was finished she had a wonderful junk of buttah, and that’s not all; she also discovered a dead mouse in the left-over buttahmilk. Just about then Wally came into the milk shed, took one look at the buttah, an’ another look at the mouse, and kind o’ turned green. There wasn’t a way on God’s good earth he was a’ goin to eat that buttah.

Mildred had no choice. She took that junk of buttah and tossed it in the styrofoam cooler that Wally used for bait, after first rinsin’ out most o’ that fish smell. Then she climbed into the old pickup an’ headed for Millsap’s General Store over in town. She took Will Millsap aside and explained her perdicament, “There’s not a thing in the world wrong with the buttah, but Wally found out and he won’t touch it. It’s a shame to waste that much good buttah.”  She flushed a little, an’ braced herself, and then said, “You don’t think I could trade it in for another piece of buttah, and maybe you could sell mine to somebody else?” Then she added slyly, “After all, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Now Will Millsap had lot’s o’ dealins with Mildred and Wally over the years and he knew that co-operation was a lot easier than arguin’ so he took Mildred’s buttah out back where she couldn’t see him and whacked it into a different shape with a meat cleaver then squared of the ends, and brought it back out to Mildred.


“Ayuh, you’re in luck,” said Will, “I just happened to have another piece just about the same size. I’ll sell yours to somebody else, and you can have this one. No charge! An even trade. How about that? Like you said, ‘What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Ayuh?’”

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