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187. Kill Those Flies (2)
The flies were less active late at night,
they often woke Hazel up when they walked
her face while she was sleeping. “Do something
these flies!” she yelled at Mel one day. “
you go to sleep tonight, have a new
! Dream that God told you to close the
door and throw out all this rotting meat!”
drove back to Wal-Mart and bought two dozen
of insect spray. When he came home, he
the whole house. The house stank. Many flies
, covering the floor and carpet. The kids got
from the fumes. But the next day, more
moved in. “I can’t take this anymore!” Hazel
at Mel. “You have a choice—me, or the
.”
“We’ll move into the back yard,” he said.
“
’s your solution? We have a perfectly good house,
we’re going to live outside in the back
?”
“Not outside—inside,” he told his wife. “I’ll just
another house in the back yard.”
“Are we
to feed the flies in that house, too?”
“
course not—unless God tells me to. And if
does, then I’ll build a third house in
back yard. We’ve got a big back yard,
.”
“Yes, it’s big, but it’s not big enough
all the flies in the world.”
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