“And then she said, but what do we do with the weasel?!”

It was one of those terribly embarrassing moments; the constant noise and hubbub of the room died off in an instant and his voice carried loud and clear through the silence. He turned slowly to see the local priest standing in the doorway, looking straight at him.

“Oh. Um.” He turned beet red as he met the priest’s gaze. “Father O’Hanlon… I uh… didn’t see you-“

The priest stared back at him. The entire room was absolutely silent.

“Don’t mind me,” said the priest. “Have you heard the one about the nun and the spinning wheel?”

copyright Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: I’m in a cottage with incredibly sporadic internet access so I hope this posts!)