An
old Indian man died peacefully and found himself walking down the
middle of a long country road. Suddenly, running toward him was his
favorite dog! He knelt and embraced his long lost pet in tearful
reunion. After some time, the dog seemed anxious to walk the road
in what seemed to be the direction of the rising sun. So they began
to walk.
Before long, they came
to a fence of wrought gold, behind which stood sparkling mansions in
the distance, as far as the eye could see. At the pearl-encrusted
gates stood a gatekeeper, a tall man in flowing white robes of the
finest silk.
"What is this place?"
said the old man.
"This is Heaven," said
the gatekeeper.
Through the gates, the
old Indian man could see beautiful flowing fountains of cool
water. He asked the gatekeeper, "May my dog and I have a drink from
the fountain? We're both kind of thirsty."
"You're welcome to a
drink," said the gatekeeper. "But your dog can't come in. We have
a strict no-pets policy."
The man stood in
confusion for a moment. His face became grim. "No thanks," he said.
"We'll just keep walking, I guess."
For a long time, the
old man and his dog wandered down the road. At last they came to an
old farm with no fences or gates of any kind. A man dressed like a
farmer in a flannel shirt and overalls was leaning against a tree,
reading a book. Near him was an old-fashioned water pump. The dog
ran up to the man, who petted him happily, then gave him some water
from the pump.
"What is this place?"
asked the old man.
"This is Heaven," came
the reply.
"But that fellow back
yonder at those pearly gates said that place was
Heaven!" said the man.
"Nah, that's
Hell," replied the farmer. "We leave the entrance there to weed out
the riff-raff who'd leave their best friend behind."