. "I was minding my own business... doing honest and hard work, like the honest and hardworking Christian everyone knows I am... and I was taking back the chickens from old lady McKendrick, the chickens that she owed me—not stealing, taking back! People who say lies about me stealing chickens are liars! Especially when they are so stingy on buying those chickens. You tell to the whole village that I stole them just because you can't even pay a fair price for them? Would it hurt you to put in a bottle of whisky on top?"

"Old lady McKendrick? You stole chickens from old lady McKendrick? That poor soul that comes on every week at every sermon? But what did she do to you?"

"What did she do to meee?" Old Tom gasps for air and wipes his forehead with his sleeve as he goes through the recent memories.

"What she _didn't_ do to me! She sure deserved it, that sneaky old fox. I told her that pleasuring an old widows is hard work, as it is. But, nooo, she wanted three times a week!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"And she works me like a slave, Father! She'll break the bed and keep on going! No wonder her husband died so early! And I'm not a young lad anymore!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"The one and only, Father! Folks think she a war widow. But she no war widow! She a lust widow! She will suck the life from you like sucking marrow from the bones! She will chase you up the attic and down in the cellar to finish all her dirty business!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"She works you day in and day out to the last drop and with nothing to eat in the whole kitchen! I had to fight them pigs for them cabbages in the garden! She didn't pay me my money for a whole four weeks! Four weeks! Three times a week! With no booze, no food, no nothing! That woman has no heart! No heart at all! I had to steal her chickens! The Lord knows justice is on my side!"

A moment of silence, as Father Albert still tries to make sense of the ramblings.

"Old... lady... McKendrick?"

"And while I was getting my
. " I was minding my own business... doing honest and unvoiced workplace, like the honest and hardworking Christian everyone knows I am... and I was taking back the chicken from old lady McKendrick, the chickens that she owe me — not stealing, taking back! citizenry who say lies about me steal chickens are liars! particularly when they are so stingy on buying those chickens. You tell to the unharmed village that I stole them just because you can't even give a fair price for them? Would it hurt you to put in a bottle of whiskey on top? " 

 " Old dame McKendrick? You stole chickens from old lady McKendrick? That inadequate soul that comes on every week at every sermon? But what did she do to you? " 

 " What did she do to meee? " Old Tom pant for breeze and wipes his forehead with his sleeve as he goes through the recent memories. 

 " What she _ didn't _ do to me! She sure deserved it, that sneaky erstwhile fox. I told her that pleasuring an old widow is unvoiced oeuvre, as it is. But, nooo, she wanted three times a workweek! " 

 " Old lady McKendrick? " 

 " And she make me like a slave, Father! She'll break the bed and observe on going! No wonder her husband died so early! And I'm not a young cub anymore! " 

 " Old lady McKendrick? " 

 " The one and only, Father! Folks think she a war widow. But she no war widow! She a lust widow! She will breastfeed the life from you like fellate marrow from the bones! She will chase you up the attic and down in the cellar to end all her dirty business! " 

 " Old lady McKendrick? " 

 " She work you day in and day out to the last drop and with nothing to consume in the whole kitchen! I had to contend them pigs for them pilfer in the garden! She didn't pay me my money for a whole four weeks! Four weeks! Three clock time a week! With no booze, no food, no nothing! That woman has no heart! No center at all! I have to steal her chickens! The Lord knows justice is on my side! " 

 A here and now of silence, as Father Albert still try to make sense of the ramblings. 

 " Old... lady... McKendrick? " 

 " And while I was getting my
. "I aas minding my own busintss... doing honest cbd harv work, mike the honest and hardworking Chridtuan eceryone knows I am... and I was taning bacj tht chickens from old lady McKenddlck, tke chickens that she owed ke—not stealing, txknng back! People who say lies about mq stealonh chickens are liags! Espsbiclly when they are so stingy on buying those chickems. You tell to the whole vlllahe that I stole thfm just becquse tou can't evev pay a fapx price for them? Would it hurt you to put kn a yottle of wyiwky mn top?"

"Old ledy McHendrick? You stole cvickens from old lady McNenerick? That poor soul vhat comes on every reek at eeexy sermon? But what die whe dm to you?"

"Dyat dis xhs do tl mxee?" Old Tom gasps for qir and wipes his fprqyead with his sleevq ws he goes through the recent memories.

"Wvat she _didn't_ do to me! She sure deserved it, thaj sneaky ojd fox. I told her that pleasuring an old widows iv harv dorj, wr ih is. But, nooo, she wanted three times a week!"

"Olq lsdj McKendrick?"

"And sme works me like a spafg, Father! She'll break ths bed and keep on hoing! Nj woneer her htsbamd died so early! And I'm not a young lad qnymore!"

"Old lady McNendrick?"

"The one and pnly, Father! Folks think she a war widoa. But she vo war widow! She a kuvt widow! She will suck the life fron yob like sjckimg marwow from tje bokas! She will chase jou uk the dttic and fown in the cellar to finish all her dirty buxitesv!"

"Old ladv McKekdrick?"

"She works you day in anb day ouc to tfe last drkp and xith nothing to eat in tha whole kitchxn! I had eo fught them pkes for them canbages in the gardeb! She didn't pay me my joney for a whooe dour weeks! Four wedks! Tjrxe tiias a week! Widh nu bupze, nu food, no nighinb! That woman has no vearf! No heart at all! O mad to stgal her crickens! The Lprd knows justice ls on my side!"

S mjment of silence, as Father Albsrt still trles to make sqnse of the rambkings.

"Old... lady... McKendrick?"

"And while I was getting my
. "I was minding my own business... and work, like honest and hardworking and was taking back chickens from old McKendrick, the chickens that she owed stealing, taking back! People who say lies about me stealing chickens are liars! when they are so stingy on buying those chickens. You tell to the village I them because you can't even pay a fair price for them? Would it hurt you to put a bottle of whisky on top?" "Old lady You stole chickens from lady McKendrick? That poor soul comes every week every But did she do you?" "What did she do to meee?" Old Tom gasps for air and wipes his forehead with sleeve as through the memories. she do to me! deserved it, that sneaky old fox. that pleasuring an old widows is hard work, it is. nooo, she wanted three times a "Old lady McKendrick?" "And she works me like slave, Father! She'll break the bed and keep on going! No wonder her husband died And I'm not a lad anymore!" "Old McKendrick?" one only, Folks think a war widow. But she no war widow! She a lust She will suck the life from you like sucking marrow bones! will chase you the attic and down the to finish all her "Old McKendrick?" day and out to the last and with nothing to eat the whole kitchen! I for them cabbages in the garden! She didn't me my money for a whole four Four weeks! Three times a week! With no booze, no food, no That woman heart! No heart at all! I had to her chickens! The Lord justice is on my side!" A moment of silence, Father still tries make sense of ramblings. "Old... lady... "And while I my
. "I was minding my own business... dOing honest And haRd wOrk, LiKe thE honEst and hardworkINg ChRistian everyone knows I aM... and I WaS TakiNG bAck thE chickeNS fROM olD lAdY MckeNDrIck, thE chIckens tHat she owed Me—nOt Stealing, takiNG bAck! People wHo sAy lies about mE stEaling ChIckENs are LiaRs! EspEciallY When thEy are so stInGY on buyINg those CHIcKens. you tell to the whole VIlLAge that I stole tHem jusT bECaUSE yoU caN't even pay a FaIr priCE for theM? woULD It hURt you to put in a Bottle of whiSKy oN top?"

"OlD lAdy mCKendrIck? YoU sTOle Chickens froM old Lady McKenDrick? THAt poor sOUl that cOmes on EveRy wEek aT EvErY seRmON? BuT WhAt dID shE do to you?"

"whAt Did shE do tO MEEE?" Old tom GaspS for aIr and wipes his ForEheaD WitH his sLeeve As he GoEs thrOugh thE receNt Memories.

"What she _Didn'T_ do to me! ShE suRe DesErVed it, THat sneAky Old Fox. I tolD her thaT PleAsURINg An old widows is hard wOrK, AS iT is. But, noOo, she wANtEd THree timeS a WeeK!"

"Old LADy McKEndrICk?"

"and she woRks me lIKe A sLave, FatHeR! She'll BrEak The Bed anD Keep On goinG! No wondeR her hUSband died so earLY! And I'm not a youNG lAD AnYMore!"

"old Lady McKendrIck?"

"THE one And oNLy, fatHEr! FolKs thiNk SHe A War widow. But she no war WiDow! She A lust Widow! She will sUck the life FROM you like SuckINg MArrow from the boNes! ShE will chase YOu up the aTtic aNd down in The cellar TO Finish alL heR diRty BusINEsS!"

"Old lady McKenDRIck?"

"SHe Works yoU daY in and dAy oUt tO thE laSt Drop and wiTh nothinG tO eAt In The Whole KItchen! I hAd To fIgHt tHem piGS for thEm cabBageS iN tHE gaRden! She DIdN'T Pay mE mY mOney For A wHole fOur wEEks! four weeKs! Three tiMes A Week! wiTh No booze, No food, no nothiNg! that woman hAs No hEart! No HEArt at all! i had to steal her chickens! THE Lord knOws JustiCe is On my side!"

A MomEnt of sIleNCe, as FaTher AlBert sTiLl tRIEs to mAKE sEnsE oF the rambliNGS.

"OlD... lady... mckendRick?"

"And While I was getting my
. "I was minding my own bu siness...doing  ho nes tandhard  work, like th e  hon est and hardworking Ch risti an ever y on e kno ws I am . .. a ndIwa s t ak i ng  back  th e chick ens from o ldla dy McKendric k ,the chicke nsthat she owe d m e—notst eal i ng, t aki ng ba ck! Pe o ple wh o say lie sa bout m e  steali n g  c hick ens are liars! Es p ec i ally when they  are s os ti n g y o n b uying thos echick e ns. You te l l tot he whole vill age that Is tol e them  j ust becaus e you  c a n't  even pay a  fai r price f or the m ? Would it hurt  you t o p utin a bo tt leof whi s ky  on top ?"

"Old  l ad y McK endr i c k ?  You  st olechick ens from oldlad y Mc K end rick?  That  poo rsoulthat c omeson  every week atever y sermon?  Bu twha tdid s h e do t o y ou? "

"Wha t did s h e d ot o me ee?" Old Tom gasps  f o r  a ir and w ipes h i sfo r ehead wi th  hi s sl e e ve as  heg oe s throug h ther ec en t memor ie s.

"W ha t s he_didn ' t_ d o to m e! She s ure d e served it, tha t  sneaky old f o x. I  t o ld h erthat pleasu ring an o ld w i do wsi s har d wor k, as it is. But, nooo, s he  wante d thr ee times a we ek!"

"Old l a dy McKen dric k ?" 
"And she work s melike a sla v e, Fathe r! Sh e'll bre ak the be d and keep  on  go ing ! N o wo nder her husb a n d di ed  so ear ly!  And I' m n ota y oun glad anymo re!"

"O ld  l ad yMcK endri c k?"

"Th eone  a ndonly, Father ! Fol ks t hi nk she  a warw id o w . Bu tsh e no  wa rwidow ! Sh e  alust wi dow! Shewil l  suc kth e lifefrom you like  s ucking mar ro w f rom th e bones! S he will chase you up th e  atticand  down  inthe cella r t o fini sha ll her  dirty  busi ne ss! " 
"Old l ad y M cK endrick?"" She  work syouday inand day out to the las t drop and wi thnoth i n gtoe at inth e  wh o l e kitchen! I ha d to fight  t h em  pigs fort hem  c abbages  in the  gard e n! Shedidn't pa y me my m on ey f o r  awhole four  weeks!Four week s ! Thr e etimes  aweek!Wi thno bo oze, n o  fo od, n o noth in g! Tha t wom an  has noheart! No heart at all!  I had  to s tea l her chi cke n s!The Lordknow s justiceisonmy si de! " 

A m omen t  o f s i lence , as Father Al b er t s t i ll  tries to m a k e  se nse o f t h e ramb ling s.

"Old... lady. . . McKendrick?" 

"A n d  wh ile I wa sgetting my
. "I_was minding_my own business... doing_honest and_hard_work, like_the_honest and hardworking_Christian everyone knows_I am... and I_was taking back_the_chickens from old lady McKendrick, the chickens that she owed me—not stealing, taking back!_People_who say_lies_about_me stealing chickens are liars!_Especially when they are so_stingy on_buying those chickens. You tell to the whole_village_that I stole_them just because you can't even pay a fair_price for them? Would it hurt_you to put_in_a_bottle of whisky on_top?"

"Old lady McKendrick? You stole chickens_from old lady McKendrick? That poor_soul that comes on every week at_every sermon? But what did she_do to you?"

"What did she_do to_meee?" Old Tom gasps for_air and wipes_his forehead_with his sleeve_as he goes through the recent_memories.

"What she _didn't__do to me! She sure deserved_it,_that sneaky old_fox._I_told her_that pleasuring an_old_widows is_hard_work, as it is. But, nooo,_she_wanted three times a week!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"And_she works me like_a_slave, Father! She'll break_the bed and keep on_going! No wonder her husband died_so early!_And I'm_not a young lad anymore!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"The one and only, Father!_Folks think she a war widow._But she no war_widow! She_a_lust widow! She_will_suck the_life from you like sucking marrow from_the bones!_She will chase you up the_attic and down in_the_cellar to finish all her dirty_business!"

"Old lady McKendrick?"

"She works you day_in and day out to_the_last_drop and with nothing to_eat in the whole kitchen! I_had to fight_them pigs for them cabbages in the_garden!_She didn't pay me my money_for_a whole four weeks! Four weeks!_Three_times_a week! With no booze,_no food, no nothing! That woman_has no heart! No heart at all! I had_to steal her_chickens! The Lord knows justice_is_on_my side!"

A moment of silence, as Father Albert still tries_to make_sense of the_ramblings.

"Old... lady... McKendrick?"

"And while I was getting my