Musings of a mermaid

A man arrived home from work to find his dog with his neighbour's pet rabbit in his mouth.The man man grabbed the rabbit from the dog but the pet was clearly dead.Terrified by what the neighbour would think,he took the bedraggled corpse indoors,gave it a bath,blow-dried its fur and put it back into the cage in his neighbour's garden.That way,he hoped that his neighbour would think the rabbit had simply died ofnatural causes. A few days later,the neighbour leaned over the garden fence and said: "Did you know that Fluffy had died?" "Oh,no,"said the man,playing ignorant. "It was really strange,"continued the neighbour."We fond him dead in his cage,the day after we buried him in the garden,someone dug him up.They gave him a bath and put him back in his cage.How sick can people get! Longest laugh ever had after reading it!!hahaha :D .But poor Fluffy :(

Dr.Arun Gandhi,grandson of M.K.Gandhi and founder of M.K Gandhi Institute of Non-Violence,in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico,shared the following story of "Non-violence in parenting" : I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban,South Africa,in the middle of the sugar plantations.We were deep in the country and had no neighbours,so my two sisters and I would look forward to town to visit friends or go to the movies. One day,my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference,and I jumped at the chance.Since I was going to town my Mother gave me a list of groceries she needed,and since I had all day in town,my father asked me to take care of several pending chores,such as getting car serviced.When I dropped my father off that morning,he said,'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m..and we will go home together.'After hurriedly completing my chores,I went straight to the

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut. As the barber began to work, they began to have conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists.""Why do you say that?" asked the customer."Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things. "The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.The customer turned back and entered