One Sunday morning back in 1987, I was sitting in church. Looking around at all the people present, the thought occurred to me that a little story could be written using all the last names of those in the congregation. Here is what I came up with. The surnames are in bold letters. Sure hope I was listening to the sermon at the same time. :roll: :wink:
A Morning's Happening
A big BERLIE FARMER rode out one day to look at MORELAND he was considering buying. He was astride a good-looking GRAY horse branded CADY on the left hip. It was a chilly sort of morning, and the horse was feeling WILDER than usual. Possibly there were even BURRESS under the saddle blanket. A WILEY coyote darted out between two GROVES of trees, chasing a chicken--NIELSEN (Neil's hen) to be exact. You would have thought it was a BARE instead! Finding the excuse he was looking for, the horse blew his cork, proceeded to buck, and the FARMER went off hard. As he lay on the ground he could see STARRs before his eyes even though it was broad daylight. Had he not been a Methodist, he may have desired some whISKE or a cup of BURTON. Meanwhile the horse, being a GREGORYarious creature, ran off to join some other loose horses in the pasture.
One of the FARMER's BOYCE, a FAIRHEADed young man, saw what had happened and ran over to help. As he went across one of many STILES over the fence, the BUCKLES on his overshoes became entangled and the poor lad tripped in the mud. It had rained som much in the area lately that it seemed like the MOHNSEN season. He wished for a moment that he had WEBERed feet like the ducks that were quacking and laughing at his predicament.
When the son arrived at the scene of the 'rodeo,' the dad exclaimed, "Did you behold the ROTH of McCRAYzy horse as he pitched me off?"
The son replied, "Sure did. Let's go home, COOK dinner, and forget this day. You'll have to walk, too, KOCOUREK the world your horse is back at the corral by now anyway."
They slogged through the mud for half a mile until they reached their farm. As they entered the house, the older man said, "Go ahead and start COOKing. How about hamburgers and corn on the COBB? First, I'm going to the JOHNSON."
A Morning's Happening
A big BERLIE FARMER rode out one day to look at MORELAND he was considering buying. He was astride a good-looking GRAY horse branded CADY on the left hip. It was a chilly sort of morning, and the horse was feeling WILDER than usual. Possibly there were even BURRESS under the saddle blanket. A WILEY coyote darted out between two GROVES of trees, chasing a chicken--NIELSEN (Neil's hen) to be exact. You would have thought it was a BARE instead! Finding the excuse he was looking for, the horse blew his cork, proceeded to buck, and the FARMER went off hard. As he lay on the ground he could see STARRs before his eyes even though it was broad daylight. Had he not been a Methodist, he may have desired some whISKE or a cup of BURTON. Meanwhile the horse, being a GREGORYarious creature, ran off to join some other loose horses in the pasture.
One of the FARMER's BOYCE, a FAIRHEADed young man, saw what had happened and ran over to help. As he went across one of many STILES over the fence, the BUCKLES on his overshoes became entangled and the poor lad tripped in the mud. It had rained som much in the area lately that it seemed like the MOHNSEN season. He wished for a moment that he had WEBERed feet like the ducks that were quacking and laughing at his predicament.
When the son arrived at the scene of the 'rodeo,' the dad exclaimed, "Did you behold the ROTH of McCRAYzy horse as he pitched me off?"
The son replied, "Sure did. Let's go home, COOK dinner, and forget this day. You'll have to walk, too, KOCOUREK the world your horse is back at the corral by now anyway."
They slogged through the mud for half a mile until they reached their farm. As they entered the house, the older man said, "Go ahead and start COOKing. How about hamburgers and corn on the COBB? First, I'm going to the JOHNSON."