Did I Just Blow My Cover? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 09 2017	Views/Reads: 1664/1159	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Life has been rather good to me in many respects. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I are a wonderful team and have been for so many years; I’m not allowed to say how many.

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not running. I went around to see what was happening and found her 
still trying to untwist that wire from the mower blades. 

I could see she was rather frustrated and had gotten nowhere with
unraveling that wire. 

“Why don't you let me look at it?” I asked as calmly as possible. 

“You can look at it,” she said kind of exasperated, “but I don't think
there's anything you can do.” 

I try to help whenever I can and I know that my “help” is rather limited
compared to hers. I thought I owed it to her to look at it and exclaim, 
“Wow, that sure is twisted.” 

I looked at it for a while, began juggling with some of the wires and
discovered one wire that seemed to be a little looser than any of the 
other wires. I tugged and pulled at it and within about five minutes, I 
had all of the wire unraveled from the mower blade. 

“There,” I said as calmly as possible. “I think I got it all fixed for
you.” 

She looked at me rather quizzically; she got down to look at the blade
and exclaimed, “My goodness. You really did fix it. This must be a 
first.” 

When she said that a light went off inside my darkened mind and I
thought to myself, “This better not be the beginning of anything!” 

A verse of Scripture started scampering through my mind. “Whatsoever thy
hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor 
device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest” 
(Ecclesiastes 9:10). 

From now on, I'm going to try to keep my hands to myself. 


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