Dear Ya'll
Is it okay to troll chickens? But what if they deserve it?
What if they wake two tired sister missionaries up every day at 4 in the
morning? The chickens stand outside our window and scream in the morning. Our
apt is on the 2nd floor, and there's a tree by the bedroom window. Everynight,
3 fat white chickens (whom we named Stanley, Stephanie, and Steven) sit on the
branch of the tree. So we grab the branch of the tree and shake them around a
bit to ruffle their fethers and troll them. Everytime we even walk past some
chickens, Hermana Clegg starts sprinting away from me. She hates them.
Sorry Sienna.
Baptism!
Francisca and Robinson had their baptism on Saturday!
Hermana Clegg and I get all pretty and go fill up the font
and then have a few lessons and such. When we come back to check on the font it
is a sickly green muddy color. I hiked up my skirt and waddled into the font to
drain it and start over. I actually almost fell in, hehe.
Okay, I'm running out of time. Dang it, this story won't be
as detailed anymore.
The baptism was supposed to start and 6. Many members came
and we were all ready to start. But Francisca and Robinson never came. I feel
like a bride left at the alter.
Francisca got caught up with something for work several
hours away and couldn't make it in time. It was disappointing, but we'll just
work for this Saturday. Satan will be working really hard against us.
Agh! No time, but insert spiritual thought here. About being
better and not being discouraged and I know the church is true and such.
With Hope and Sunshine,
Hermana Pollard ☀
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