He wanted it to be a memorable sermon, one that would get the attention of the people who hadn't done more than run through a mental chore and grocery list in their mind during church for the last ten years. He figured that would require some props. And somewhere along the line, it became a pretty elaborate scheme involving a chicken suit, some sparkly red undergarments that were large enough to go over the chicken suit, and--well, suffice it to say that he ended up needing a truck to haul all his supplies to the church. Sure enough, as soon as he popped out wearing the chicken suit, he had everyone's undivided attention! The sermon went over pretty well, too, with everyone laughing in the right places and some people looking thoughtful for the first time that he'd seen them. He figured it was remotely possible that he might even be called back to preach at that church again, though you never know what the outcome's going to be when you wear lingerie on the outside while giving a sermon. He thought he might get some phone calls complaining, or maybe some phone calls complimenting his humorous approach. He didn't expect to get many phone calls talking about miracles and blessing him and--sure, maybe he'd always tried to believe that it was possible a single sermon could do so much, but he'd realistically settled down and hoped for the small change that matters most--the ability to change a sinner's heart and set them on the right path, or the ability to strengthen a believer in a time of trial.


Inspiration: Looking for Mondegreens in "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-zone -> Googling "razor sledding dancing" -> this: http://americandigest.org/mt-archives/american_studies/a_small_favor.php
Story potential: medium
Notes: And now he'll be stuck with his chicken suit, poor pastor.

The quads were unexpected, and their foaling was heralded as a minor miracle. It was going to be a summer of miracles, but of course we did not know that at the time. We just knew that our old mare, who we had thought long past foaling, had become pregnant and swollen up until we were afraid for her health. But old Molly made it through, somehow, though the vet just shook his head when he saw her and said that we should do the best we could to keep her comfortable. That was pretty amazing, but it wasn't the miracle. Neither was the fact that she'd born quads. No, the miracle was that the colts had wings. At first we thought that they'd been born with unusually thick manes, that Molly'd been-

Inspiration: "quad"
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I like the idea of a nice, pleasant, magical sort of story. Not sure why all the "miracles" are happening, but it could be a good upbeat story to write--not straight high fantasy, of course--that would be too done, dahlink!