Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. A few days ago, one of the Guardians brought a mysterious box into the house. After he set the box on the living room floor, he went downstairs to change out of his work clothes. Since he is our head of security, Brother Henry took this opportunity to inspect the box and make sure it was safe. After taking a few sniffs, Brother Henry said, “Hmmm… something doesn’t smell quite right here…”
Feeling a little concerned by Brother Henry’s comment, I asked if I could take a sniff to see if I could smell anything amiss. Brother Henry stepped aside and I began to sniff. As I did, I heard Brother Henry say, “Never mind. I just figured out what I was smelling. I think the package is fine.”
I’m not sure what Brother Henry was talking about, but I suddenly caught a whiff of something that smelled bad too. I said, “I don’t know Brother Henry… I think I smell something off here. Would you mind checking it again?” Brother Henry moved in for another sniff, and at that moment I figured out where the bad smell I had detected was coming from. I said, “Never mind, Brother Henry. You’re right, it’s not the box that stinks.”
Brother Henry turned to me with a look of relief and said, “Whew. I am so glad you figured out it was your butt that stinks…” Shocked by this statement, I replied, “What!? You’re kidding right? It’s clearly your butt that stinks!” From there, things got kind of heated as Brother Henry and I argued about who had the stinkier bum. Tempers were rising quickly.
Just as it looked like our argument was going to turn physical, the Guardian returned and began to unpack the mysterious package. All thoughts of butt hygiene were forgotten as we waited to see what was inside.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver
Tomorrow: Mysterious Delivery Part II: Amazing Gifts