Okay, all right, all right. The story must be told. Whatever.

The story must be told. I don't even know why I'm going to say what I'm going to say.

Yeah, yeah. We all know what I'm going to talk about. That's right. Chalms.

Yeah, at the 20th annual story golf outing, as we all know by now, Brother Reed got lost in the woods.

Okay? And yeah, while I schmoozed up with A-level celebrities like Catherine Hegel and Howie Mendel,

Brother Reed found a child made out of hazy folded wax and a cursage tree.

And Brother Reed named him Chalms.

Chalms doesn't speak.

You know it? I know it. Everybody knows about Chalms.

Let's move on. Thank you.

Done with it. Don't want to talk about it, girl. Well, yesterday, Choms,

the mischievous tot, he is, got into Daddy Pastor Andrew's secret cabinet and swallowed a fistful

of my medicine, story story medicine important story medicine

yeah he's as sick as a wax child can be you can see his curious organs turning not good no sir

yuck he doesn't speak for but this high-pitched whistle and hasn't stopped making it.

Really getting on my nerves.

Wish I had some story medicine right now.

So we're holding the service for Chalms.

We're going to hear a story from the Apocrypha of season one, new to most of you,

an old friend to others, because Chalms wants it.

But more importantly, we will also share our petitions on Chalm's behalf.

Sister Callista, please.

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