Subsequent to the laying on of hands, this innocent looking creature immediately confessed to a prior career as a full-time witch’s familiar.  She promised to melt her cauldron into farm implements for the needy.

I call this one Little Marmalade. She currently manages a halfway house on Campbell Avenue.

I met Smokey here on Campbell Avenuewhen he had already reached the ripe old age of 17. He and I whiled away many a pleasant moment waiting for my adjunct pastor to be done with his day job. He was killed at age 19 when an enthusiastic Chocolate Lab mistook him for a squirrel. Smokey now spends his days flapping around on angel wings and barfing on labs from the clouds.