The priest was calling on a parishioner, when the youthful son approached his mother proudly, and exhibited a dead rat. As she shrank back in repugnance, he attempted to reassure her:
"Oh, it's dead all right, mom. We beat it and beat it and beat it, and it's deader 'n dead."
The young boy’s eyes fell on the priest, and he felt that something more was due to that holy presence. So he continued in a tone of seriousness,
"Yes, we beat it and beat it until, until, God called it home!"
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