The Beanpole

Johnny always stood out, tall for his age and thin he was subjected to sneering and staring. He didn’t like being compared to his peers, even as he bulked up. He still sulked whenever he saw a man build up muscle more easily than he does. He remembers another man taunting his frame and running away from him.


But one day he saw the other man’s house was burning and he had to help. He had to get his cat away from the fire as soon as possible, moving it to a vet. Then he had to get many of his belongings while the bulkier man had to fight fire. He had to send the other one to the hospital for treatment. When he got healed, he took him to the vet to get his cat.


Then they went to a new home and started going to church together.

Telephone Call

I felt upset at someone. I trusted him but he went missing and sometimes he didn’t like following him. I thought he knew everything. I worried about him not liking my dog and he really didn’t. But I kept on looking for him, wandering around and asking people.

‘Have you seen him, officer?’

‘No but what does he look like?’

‘He’s dressed in khakis and is short.’

‘I don’t remember that.’

‘Damn it!’


I felt sad so I had to call God.

‘God…I’m missing a friend. I’ve been looking for him. Wish you could return him.’

I ended up in church, having to look after rabbits.


I don’t like rabbits but I have nothing better to do. I keep on feeding them vegetables to pass the time. I still want my friend back so I look at the clock.


I’m not so fond of cats either but I have to feed them and clean up their crap. Again he didn’t arrive but I have to have something better to do.


Then he knocked at the door and I was glad to have him back but he sneezed so I closed it for him and we went out. Thank God he returned though he’d run away from my dog when we’d get home and he’d also eye-roll at my puppies. But he also gave me a Bible, which I felt relieved and I trusted God ever since.

A conflict with God

A man goes to church only to look for his pet and wasn’t able to find it. He felt reluctant and shirked from it. Eventually he had to take care of what appeared to be adequate substitutes. As he drew closer to God, he prayed for his pet to come back but still had to take care of other people’s pets (including those he doesn’t like) and eventually other people.

Though he still wanted a pet, he had to look after his neighbours’ families and give his belongings away to the poor. Time has passed, he still feels haunted by his pet. He still loves it but feels like an idol that betrayed him. Then the pet returned and he took care of it but the enthusiasm wasn’t the same. He set his eyes on God instead and did everything to honour him from now on.