(No phone service yesterday, sorry!)

This is an email that I received from Mary Cook, nearly a year ago. It is the story of the Prodigal Son, written in the "key of F". If you would want to read or re-read the "real story" from the Bible, you can find it in Luke 15:11 - 32:

THE PRODIGAL SON IN THE KEY OF F

Feeling Footloose and Frisky, a Feather-brained Fellow

Forced his Fond Father to Fork over the Farthings and

Flew to Foreign Fields and Frittered his Fortune

Feasting with Faithless Friends.

Fleeced by his Fellows in Flooy. and Facing Famine, he

Found himself a Feed-Flinger in a Filthy Farmyard.

Fairly Famishing, he Fain would have Filled his

Frame with Forage Food From Fodder Fragments.

Fooey! My Father's Flunkeys have Fare Far Finer, the

Frazzled Fugitive Forlornly Fumbled. Frankly Facing

Facts. Frustrated by Failure and Filled with Foreboding,

he Fled Forthwith to his Family.

Falling at his Father's Feet, he Forlornly Fumbled,

Father, I've Flunked and Fruitlessly Forfeited Family Favor.

The Farsighted Father, Forestalling Further Flinching,

Frantically Flagged the Flunkies to Fetch a Fatling

From the Flock and Fix a Feast.

The Fugitive's Fault-Finding brother Frowned on Fickle

Forgiveness of Former Folderol. But the Faithful

Father Figured, Filial Fidelity is Fine, but the

Fugitive is Found! What Forbids Fervent Festivity?

Let Flags be unFurled, let Fanfares Flare.

And the Father's Forgiveness Formed the Foundation For

the Former Fugitive's Future Fortitude.

-- Author Unknown

Source: The Five Stones, Summer 1991