From: Elder Tenney
Title: How to Slay a Dragon
In the year 1328, there was a fearsome dragon who roamed about the land, eating the peasantry and stealing what little gold they did have. As would have it, there was a mystical sword that slays dragons, and as all fairy tale legends go, only one person is chosen by the sword to wield it. That poor bloke happened to be Sir Whippersnippers. In short, he went to slay the dragon and got eaten. The dragon later died of smallpox because Sir Whippersnippers never took a bath in his life.
What does this story have to do with me? Nothing. I was just bored and didn´t know what to write. So this week we both got sick around Friday and we both still have a bit of the sniffles, but we are getting better. I´m eating chicken noodle soup and what-not, so yes, I'm on the mend. So is Eça. We marked a baptismal date with one of Marcileia´s cousins. Cool beans. We basically showed up and the first words out of her mouth were "I want to be baptized." As you wish! In all, we are going good. Pres. Klein's airplane touches down in the airport at noon today, and Pres. Jayme leaves for the US at 3-ish. I am going to miss them a whole lot. I guess that´s the highlight for the week. Marking a date. Happy Birthday Livers! Tell Ike to use his hands to open the door instead of his head. Happy DragonSlaying!