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**ss~zoso~ss** · 04-03-2007, 05:56 PM

> A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
>scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
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>He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for
>years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
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>After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the
>road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
>by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
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>When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
>looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked
>like
>pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as
>he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
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>When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
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>"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
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>"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
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>"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right
>up."
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>The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
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>"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler
>asked.
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>"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
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>The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued
>the way he had been going with his dog.
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>After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a
>dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been
>closed. There was no fence.
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>As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and
>reading a book.
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>"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
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>"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
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>"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
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>"There should be a bowl by the pump."
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>They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned
>hand
>pump with a bowl beside it.
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>The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he
>gave some to the dog.
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>When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was
>standing by the tree.
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>"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
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>"This is Heaven," he answered.
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>"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
>that was Heaven, too."
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>"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's
>hell."
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>"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
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>"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their
>best friends behind."