A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus knows you’re here.’ He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.
When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard a voice....say, ‘Jesus is watching you.’ Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.
Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. ‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot. ‘Yep’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you.’ The burglar relaxed. ‘Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?’
‘I'm Moses.’ replied the bird. ‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’ ‘The same kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus.’
That is terrific and so great to find in my computer this morning. I'll have to pass it on to some of my coworkers. We once had a pet pygmy goat that roamed our yard, and she was the best watchdog we've ever had. She wouldn't have intentionally harmed anybody, but those little horns were sharp when she butted, and the some of neighbors, thieves included, were terrified of her. (Mr. B witnessed her chasing one would-be thief out of the backyard.) Her name was Sarah (We didn't have an Abraham.)