When the saviour was due to conduct a sermon on the Mount, he had been warned in advance by the almighty that this was going to be the most important one of all. THE sermon on the Mount, in fact, so he'd better have something pretty good up his sleeve to deliver.
Imagine the saviour's consternation, then, when he arrived on the Mount (via Woodmansterne's station of the cross) only to find just a bedraggled mob waiting for him which you could hardly call a tete-a-tete, let alone a crowd.
Although he had the beatitudes up his sleeve, he produced a rabbit instead.
"Go forth and multiply!" he commanded the mob.
And in the circumstances that was a very wise thing to have said.
Published 'Purple Patch' 1991
Posted by wordonymous
at 7:36 AM EDT
