But, of course, the little old lady wasn’t in a position to know about the seventeen giant pumpkin seeds that were still safe in their wooden box in Jack’s pocket.
Suddenly her conscience pricked her like a sharp cacti thorn ,she screamed and ran back to the car ,jimmied the doors open with her knitting needles and dragged every one out just before the vehicle burst into flames
from the dripping fuel…and overcome with what she had just done,burst in to huge sobs.
The flames slowly dissipated and the Jack Jonah Freddy and the Old Lady found themselves completely alright… but alas Mr. Evil Flower was no more, burned black to a crisp.
A look of recognition flashed in Jonah’s eyes. I think so, he said, "it was at a small, out of the way casbah in Morocco. You were wearing a turban and a low cut purple gown and were doing …
Yes the old lady replied. How did you remember? Then a sad look came over her. I would love to have gotten to know James better. Alas, I ordered him a vodka martini, stiffed, not shaken, and he looked at me and shook his head and walked away. That was the last I saw of him.
“Oh dear” The old lady murmured with a blush “I’m much too old for you!” Suddenly in a fit of maniacal laughter the old lady jumped on freddy’s back and flew off
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