Mary, a little girl, was in church one Easter Sunday with his mother Doris, when she started feeling sick.

“Mummy,” she whispered, “can we leave now?”

“No,” her mother hushed, “the service isn’t over yet.”

“Well, I think I’m about to throw up!” Mary announced looking sickly.

“Then go out of the front door and around to the back of the church and throw up behind a bush,” hissed Doris.

After about sixty seconds, Mary returned to her pew.

“Did you throw up?” Mary’s mother murmured.

“Yes,” Mary answered, embarrassed.

“How could you have gone all the way to the back of the church and returned so quickly?” Doris demanded.

“I didn’t have to go out of the church, Mummy. They have a box next to the front door that says, “For the Sick”.”


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