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Frying Pan's Theology

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Scene: On Monaro. Dramatis Personae Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, "Frying Pan What makes it snow?" Frying Pan, confident, Makes the reply, "Shake 'im big flour bag Up in the sky!" "What! when there's miles of it? Surely that's brag. Who is there strong enough Shake such a bag?" "What parson tellin' you, Ole Mister Dodd, Tell you in Sunday-School? Big pfeller God! "Him drive 'im bullock dray, Then thunder go; Him shake 'im flour bag, Tumble down snow!"

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