It had been a long day of spreading God’s message, but the two Mormon men were still happy. As they walked down the street, dressed in their fine suits, back to their rented apartment they were tried but still prepared to greet anybody who crossed their path.
A clunking sound and clattering of metal on metal made them pause. They glanced down and saw they had just walked over a rain grid. The tallest one patted his pockets and came to a realisation.
‘The chapel keys! They’ve fallen out of my pocket!’ he declared.
‘Double check,’ the other suggested.
The first did then shook his head and looked down into the gloom of the drain pipe.
‘We’ll have to get them,’ the second replied.
With a nod to each other, they hurried to their apartment were they gathered torches, ropes and buckets. Heading back, they removed the grid, which was heavy and shone their torches down.
A small stream of dark, dirty water was running by and the keys on their long thin rope could just be seen underneath.
The Mormons quickly set to work. They tied ropes to the handles of the buckets and lowed one down at a time to try and scoop the keys up.
A heavy set man walking his small white dog passed by them.
‘Lost something have ya?’ he asked.
The Mormons nodded and the first one replied, ‘yes.’
‘Good luck,’ the man answered and walked away with his dog.
Setting back to work, they brought up bucket after bucket of sewage water but none contained the keys. Desperately, they tried to think of another plan, but nothing else other than praying came to their tried minds. So, they carried on.
Twenty minutes later, the man came back with his dog.
‘Still at it, huh? What ya lost anyway? Car keys?’ the man questioned.
‘The keys to the chapel!’ the first Mormon replied.
The second was hauling up his bucket and looking deeply grim.
‘Oh….Not good then?’ the man asked. He seemed to be holding in his laughter.
‘What’s that?’ the second Mormon cut in as he looked at the scrum in his bucket.
The first peered over and respond, ‘it’s the keys! You got them!’ and he pulled them out.
The keys and rope were covered with something unspeakable but the Mormons were so happy that didn’t seem to bother them at all.
‘Well, goodnight,’ said the man and calling for his dog, he walked down the street, trying to still his laughter.
The Mormons tidied up as best they could then headed back to their apartment. They thanked God doubly in their prayers that night.
(Based on true events)