An old story reminds us of the
humor of romance:
A man was going to the county fair one day with a pig under one arm
and a chicken under the one arm, and a basket on his head. He came
to a crossroad and didn't know which way to turn. While he stood
there deciding, a young woman approached him, heading the same
direction.
"Please, ma'am, I'm on the way to the county fair. Can you tell me
which way to go?"
"Yes," she replied. "I'm on my way there, too. We'll go right down
this way about a mile, turn left about a mile and a half, left
again about a mile and we're right there."
He said, "Wait a minute... down here, turn left and left again?
Couldn't we save a lot of time by walking through these
woods?"
She replied, "Yes, we could. But I couldn't walk through those
woods with you. Why... you might try to kiss me!"
"Listen," he said, "how could I possibly kiss anybody with a pig
under one arm, a chicken under one arm and a basket on my
head?"
"Well," she replied, "you could put that chicken on the ground,
turn the basket upside down over the chicken, and I could hold that
little bitty ole pig."
Where there is love, there's a way! Although one would be hard-
pressed to define a romantic attraction as "love." They are really
not at all the same things. And as nice as it is to keep romance in
our lives, in the end, isn't it love which we are really
after?
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Penned By: Steve Goodier
