Stolen Sleds

It's been awhile. I was out of town at a funeral with Jean-Luc in a wonderful little town in Minn. where the internet is something they use for fishing. I will miss that town, the people, the honesty because when I returned I fell victim to the amazing sled scam.

I was with some little ewelings going up and down the snow hill when I noticed some unknown bratling talking to a eweling I had brought. As I approached, I hear the bratling say, "Why did you steal my sled? Mine was a blue sled."

Apparantly this little bratling somehow owns all blue sleds in the known universe and has kindly be leasing them out to those of us who gave money to Wal-Mart mistakingly thinking we had bought the blue plastic sled.

"Sorry, this is my sled," my eweling held firm. The bratling walked away.

A little bit later, I find the same bratling with some teenbratlings asking my eweling why he stole the sled. I approached and said as firmly as a ewe can, "We brought this sled! He did not steal your sled."

We left.

Then across the snow I see a burly man approaching wearing a T-shirt, stained with either blood or spaghetti sauce. "Hey ewe! Why are you stealing our sled?!" No hey, maybe there's been a mistake.

I assumed my Ninja stance, a young ewe can never be too careful, and restated my case, "We brought this sled."

"Lady, my son had a blue sled."

"Look, sir, there were 50 people on that hill I have no idea what happened to your's son's sled, but we brought this one. You weren't even there."

Apparantly when he watches Jerry Springer he has the volume turned up too loud, because his ears didn't seem to be working. "My son brought the blue sled. I can't believe someone would steal a sled."

I thought for a bit. The card company has been doing well. We're in 18 stores in 11 states now so I debated my next move. "You seem to need a sled more than we do. Here," and I let him steal our sled.

So here's my problem as a Christian ewe. I only seem to be able to forgive the man and his family if God seeks justice for my lost sled. I can do better than that...it's a sled.

Anger can be a dark slope into evil and it's hard to get back up that hill. Way too deep for me. I need to go get my hooves done.