In my criminal years, I managed to pass as a precious 7 year old girl. I began my career as a bonafide thief as early as 5 and by age 8 I was completely rehabilitated. I now live as a normal, trustworthy citizen.
One incident I remember vividly, just like it was yesterday......it haunts me even now. My grandparents, who were pastors of a little church I often write about, had a dog named Butch. I played with him every time I was at their house and considered him to be my best friend. He was a sweet and loving pet. Little did I know, Butch would be the one to take me down! It was for my own good, I realize now, but at the time I accused him of being a traitor. Here's the story.
One Sunday morning after church I was invited to spend the afternoon with one of my friends. She had the cutest Barbie doll I'd ever seen. You see, I didn't have many Barbie's back then. I mostly had baby dolls. As we were leaving for the evening service, I packed my play clothes and carefully wrapped Barbie up in them. After hearing my Granddaddy preach that night I began to feel conviction. By the time we got in the car to head home, the kidnapped Barbie became a flaming reminder of my sin.
When we got to my grandmother's house and everyone had gone in, I lingered long enough to dispose of the body. My trusted friend and playmate, Butch, must have seen me when I threw Barbie over the fence. I think he must have been on to me because.......
The next morning....relieved to have destroyed the evidence of yet another crime, I was off to school. What I learned from this experience was "Crime does NOT pay!" When I got home, my mother confronted me with a gnarled up Barbie that Butch Cassidy retrieved, chewed up and turned in to the authorities! It was then that I realized the dog could not be trusted. May he rest in peace!..........
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