Brother Jim cooked the lamb, ate the heart, then lied to St. Peter about eating it. Think he might be in trouble? Let’s find out!

So we went on our way and St. Peter made a great river flow right across our path and we had to cross over. St. Peter said, “You go on ahead.”

“No,” I answered, “you go ahead,” thinking to myself: If the water is too deep for him, I’m staying here.

So St. Peter strode across and the water barely reached to his knees. Then I tried to cross but the river became deeper until it rose to my neck. I cried out, “Brother, help me!”

St Peter said, “Will you confess that you ate the heart of the lamb?”

“No,” I answered, “I didn’t eat it.” And the water became deeper still and rose to my mouth.

“Help me, brother,” I cried again.

And again St. Peter said, “Will you confess that you ate the heart of the lamb?”

“No,” I answered, “I did not.”

St. Peter didn’t want to let me drown, so he made the water fall, and helped me across.

Next time: “The Mayor’s Daughter