The Price Of A Dog Upon Your Head
Once upon a time there was a merry ole rancher named John Eccles, who was nice to
everyone. John was a man of God who hated all sin as well as all signs of evil. His closest neighbor
lived upon a hill and was a witch who took in stray cats and dogs.
John had recently lost his dog named Scruples and wanted to replace it. He thought
long and hard about where to go. He would have asked his closest neighbor Ezmerelda, but he knew
she was a witch, and the Bible strictly teaches against witches. He was not even sure she would give
up one of her dogs anyway. He did, however, realize she was a person who might help on
humanitarian reasons.
So, John got in his pick-up truck and drove up the hill to her house. He rang her Celtic
musical doorbell, and she came running from her crystal ball. She greeted John telling him to come in.
She told him that she sensed him coming and baked him a cake. She then told him, "The Spirits told
me that Scruples had died, and that you would be coming here to get another one. Please stay and
have lunch, and a piece of cake. I mean after all we are neighbors, and we should be friends. As for
the dog take your pick, and it will be yours."
John did not see anything wrong with this after all she was his neighbor. It was not like he
was actively practicing in witchcraft. He was just eating with his neighbor, and receiving a dog from
her. There was no sin in that which he knew of.
After lunch John chose an Australian shepherd/wolf mix which was about the age of one.
The witch agreed to the deal, and after he left put a price on the head of him and his descendants. The
price was this, that forevermore throughout the centuries for as long as there is daylight whenever
they would wash their hair soars would appear.
Somewhere in the background you could hear the cackle of a witch.
Paul D. Eccles
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