Doug's No Dog, Although He Had, "Dug" Some Holes

Doug's No Dog, Although He Had, "Dug" Some Holes

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a 10 year-old boy named Doug. He was a really great kid. He had always wanted to own a dog of his own since all of his friends had one. That was always the main topic of conversation in all of the groups he was affiliated with such as his neighborhood friends, his Church friends, his Cubs Scout Pack and his football team called The Cougars. Because he had so many different sets of buddies, the only time he could have them all together at the same time was during his Birthday parties which only happened once a year. Yet for his 11th Birthday party, he wanted to have a Pirate-Party. That was really cool where everybody had to come dressed up like a pirate. His mom gave out prizes to the best costumes. The cake was one his mom had made special for him shaped like a pirate ship which was mighty cool since she had to make it from scratch and stuck candles in it which when they turned the lights out and she brought it in while the gang sang, "Happy Birthday To You," even had some really cool sound effects of ships on the water, cannons blasting, the lifting up of the anchor, gold jingling and rough-sounding men all singing, "15 men in a dead man's chest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had gone for the rest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of run!"

The coolest part of all was the treasure-hunt. His mom gave them an old tattered piece of paper which looked like it had been found in the bottom part of the remains from a sunken vessel with rhyming clues like, "Go to the spreading chestnut tree and there the next clue, you will see." They'd all go running there and found another one which read, "To find directions on your way, the hammock's where your clue will stay." That sure was a lot of fun.

Doug was having a ball. It was the best Birthday party his mom had ever thrown for him. As the kids ran to where the clues would tell them, they finally found the treasure box. Inside it were lots of candy, cool skeletons and shiny gold cubes. All the kids felt like they were really pirates searching for berried treasure. Those kids had never been any happier, and Doug's mom was grinning like a mule eating briers. She beamed with pride at her great accomplishment.

The next day Doug went back to reminisce about his mighty fine Birthday party that his mom had arranged for him, but as he looked around the patch of pine trees, he happened to see something shiny which had been partially dug up but left there. Curiously, he went over and started digging with his hands to see what was making the brilliant reflection from the sun, but as he studied it much closer, he saw it was really pulsing so he picked it up to polish it off some.

All of a sudden the thing exploded in a violent force of light. It knocked him down on the ground. The light blinded him for several seconds. When his sight returned, he saw that he wasn't even in his back yard which was the place he had been just before the violent explosion happened. Even the sky was a briliant yellow, a color he had never seen up there. He said to himself, "I'm not in Danville any more, Toe-Toe." Weird-looking things kept flying over his head while making a different kind of humming sound. If he hadn't have been so brave he'd have been in deep trouble. Not only was he not up a creek with no paddle, he didn't even have a boat. That frightened him.

Just then a tiny bright light appeared in front of him. His first thought was, "Oh peachy! Here comes the Bright Light to take me to Heaven and I'm still in the 5th grade!" As the light got closer and brighter, it suddenly went, "Poof!" and in it's place was was a beautiful lady, except she had wings and fluttered towards him.

"Hay there," she smiled, extending her arms out like she wanted him to come hug her, "I'm Angelle The Angel and I've been sent to welcome you here to my land. We only accept other angels and fairies to this place as a rule, but we have made an exception for you. We've been watching you down on Earth for quite a long time. In fact, before you were even born. We could tell when you were in your mamma's womb there was something really special about you that's unique from all the other people down on your planet. As we have watched you grow, we're confirmed our suspicion was quite accurate. That's why I've been chosen to welcome you down on our world. My name is Roxanne. It's my job to protect you from harm. I'm your angel for this morning. Just call me angel of the morning, baby.' Hmm, I could write a song with those lyrics. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Great! There are hundreds of comedians out of work and I have to get stuck with you!" thought Doug to himself while shaking his head.

"The reason I'm here is to give you an assignment now, if you chose to fulfill it. I've talked to The Big Guy Who wants you to come live here, but I told Him you've got too many talents for that. That's why He chose you, because He needs somebody like you to spread the Good News to every ear who will hear it. You know the Word."

"So I'm supposed to be like John The Baptist or something?" asked Doug, "You want me to spread the Gospel to all who'll listen to me?"

"Right," said the angel, "69 % of the world doesn't know, or won't believe. You have an important responsibility to the Big Guy. Since you've been Here, you must warn people that they need to have the same kind of love for the Lord that you have got. You're like the Lord's adding machine, that means He's, 'counting on you' to do that. I figured you'd like to, 'pardon-that-pun.' You see there? We love to play with words up here the way you do down on Earth. If not, many people will have, 'dug' their graves, Doug. Oh boy! That was cute!"

Before a word got out of his mouth, Doug was in a bar. The people who saw him appear out of thin-air gasped. Some of the ladies screamed, but he figured he could start there. "Uh, hay guys," he tried to smile, "I've been sent from, never mind. Ya'll need to stop drinking so much alcahal. It's destroying your insides, not to mention the things it will do to all your loved-ones, and the people's lives you will ruin by drunk-driving. Now, please listen to me, guys."

"Who are, (hiccup)! you to tell me I've had enough to drink?" said one of the men, holding up his glass-full of liquor, "I know when I get drunk! (hiccup)! I'm just under the alcafluence of incahall! (hiccup)!"

He held up his mug while everybody else shouted, "Here! Here!"

About that time the sound of several screams, followed by an awful crash came from outside the bar. "Oops!" said one person, "There goes, (hiccup)! another wasted, (hiccup)! car! It sounded like (hiccup)! George's Walksvagon! He has a, (hiccup)! Beetle! That, (hiccup)! Beetle got smushed!" Then the rest of the drunkords laughed and yelled, "Here, here! I'll drink to that! But, (hiccup)! I'll drink to any- thing! Oh well, (hiccup)! Here is to some eye in your mud! (hiccup)"

"I can't do this, Lord!" yelled Doug, "Please find somebody else! I don't even have a testimony about Your goodness! This isn't my job!"

God didn't respond. That made Doug wonder if He was even there at all because He had let so many bad things happen in front of him that he could do nothing about. He prayed for Him to reply, but He remained silent. A feeling of helplessness serounded his entire body.

That was when it hit him. An idea, not the feeling of helplessness. Maybe the big Guy was testing his faith to see weather he would remain faithful in Him. Remembering Job with all the junk Satin put him through, perhaps God was doing that to him. He didn't even pray about that. He went back to trying as if the Lord always helped him each time he needed it. Even though he felt like a tug-of-war rope with Satin on one end and God on the other, that inner voice told him he must keep on trying to succeed at every task that had been set in front of him to do. That gave him the strength he needed to continue trying. It's when he gritted his teeth and yelled, "Aaaugh!" Then he punched old Slew-Foot right in the nose and yelled, "Alright Devil! 'Greater is He that's in me then He that's in the world!' I submit myself therefore to God and resist you! That means you must flee! Oh, speaking of, 'flea,' that's really how big you are compared to my Father!" Then he kicked in the air, only he felt like his foot connected with something really hard. That gave him more confidence, so he screamed, "I command you to take your filthy claws off of me right now in Jesus's might Name! I'm gonna write your name on the bottom of my shoes because that is the only place you're going to see it! You can't touch my, 'sole!' Get the Heck out of my life Satin! Devil! Prince Of Darkness! Beelzebub! Lucifer! You Adversary! Captain Zero! You will never have any piece of me again!"

That's when it hit him, an idea, not Satin, yet it was the feeling of victory. He could hear all the angels in Heaven cheering and clapping for him. He also felt the Lord smiling as He patted him on the back. It was then that he heard a loud, booming voice say, "Way to go, Doug! I was just waiting for you to stand up for yourself! Remember what Philipeans 4@13 says! 'You can do all things,' you know the rest! I'm really proud of you, My child! Way to go!"

Because Doug had kicked the enemy's tail, he felt a whole leagion of angels were each patting him on the back while some hugged him which gave him a really warm sensation as if Somebody was just embracing him in a huge bear-hug. There were actually some warm, soothing Fingers embracing him. He just raised his hands up over his head and said, "Thank You, Lord. Thank You for holding true to Your Word! Since I love You even more right now then ever before! Hallelujah, Father! You truly are Jehovah Nisei, my Protector!"

Doug had just defeated the Enemy, he'd, "dug" a hole for him to be put in since he had no power over him. There were a lot of times when he tried to attack him again and make him doubt the awesome power of God, but he always remembered what happened to him. That same afternoon he went to a creative-writing class at The University Of Danville. The professor was so impressed with his amazing brain that could come up with hilarious children's stories that, after the professor had found him a literary agent, she paid him $200.00 for his first book. It quickly went to the top of the charts for the best-written children's story of all-time. That encouraged him to continue writing his stories, each one paid even more so he could afford to buy everything he'd ever dreamed of, and more. He also met a young lady in his creative-writing class named Suzy Stake. She was desperate to get married so her name would no longer be, "Miss-Stake." Her job was making balloons, but when she met Doug, her joy, "blew up" and overflowed. So Doug, "popped-it," that's the question, not balloons. Like a mule to a plow, they were, "hitched." 2 years later they blessed the whole planet Earth with a pair of mixed twins who were brought up being really successful. So like the best-written children's stories of all-time will officially finish up with,

"THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!"

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The end. By, Cuz Roye.