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A Horse in Aisle Five, 3


There is a tale, an incredibly powerful tale, that I should never reveal, but…

Long ago, and far away, Christian Missionaries were assigned to certain tribes in New Guinea.

These were hungry, yet worthy people.

Missionaries supplied Canned Peas (of course). Canned Carrots. Potatoes. Beans.

All cans sported full color pictures of the vegetables inside, of course. Which was essential to people that had no written language.

The tribes were grateful and delighted.

Yet when the Missionaries returned with another shipment of food, they noticed one group of food was singularly untouched.

It was the BABY FOOD – which had labels of smiling BABIES.

(how often the so-called primitives have more sense than the so-called civilized)

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