the church at the corner is having a service to bless the animals. i imagine that old marmaduke will trot up the aisle as the humans sing a verse from all things bright and beautiful.
this is somewhat similar to the modern day apostles that some churches have appointed, or perhaps prayer marches - strange blips on the radar that hover at the border of doctrinal acceptability and beguile us into unmurmuring assent.
these might be good issues to pose to a disinterested man of the cloth. the answers will sift out the theologians from the empaths.
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