Tyrone was hiking in the jungles of Brazil when he slipped on a wet rock and fell over the edge of a three-hundred-foot cliff. He had fallen twenty feet when he grabbed hold of a bush that was growing out of a rock. There he was dangling, looking down at the jagged rocks down below - it was certain death. His hands started to perspire and he called out, “Is there anybody up there to help me?”
Then he heard a reassuring, deep voice ringing out, “I’m here, Tyrone. The Lord. Have faith. Let go of that bush and I will save you.”
“Oh Lawdy, Lawdy, ah wanz to beleeeb. Help me.”
“Tyrone, does you believe in me? have faith in me?”
“Oh, Lawd, yes, Ah be-LEEBS!”
“You are gripping tightly with both hands. Now as I count to three, Tyrone, I want you to let go of the bush with your left hand…. One, two, THREE!”
“Oh, Lawdy, I haz FAITH in you!” and Tyrone removes his left hand.
Now as I count to three, Tyrone, I want you to let go of the bush with your right hand…. One, two, THREE!”
“Oh, Lawdy, I haz FAITH in you! … Ah Be-LEEBS!” and Tyrone removes his right hand. Of course the law of gravity takes over and Tyrone, screaming as he falls, tumbles to his death on the jagged rocks below.
A booming, deep voice from the clouds and мisт above, “Those sтuрid junglebunnies, they will believe anything!