Little Johnny was laying about on a hill in the middle of a meadow on a warm spring day.
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Puffy white clouds rolled by and he pondered their shape.
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Soon, he began to think about God.
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"God? Are you really there?" Johnny said out loud.
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To his astonishment a voice came from the clouds.
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"Yes, Johnny? What can I do for you?"
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Seizing the opportunity, Johnny asked, "God? What is a million years like to you?"
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Knowing that Johnny could not understand the concept of infinity, God responded in a manner to which Johnny could relate.
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"A million years to me, Johnny, is like a minute."
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"Oh," said Johnny. "Well, then, what's a million dollars like to you?"
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"A million dollars to me, Johnny, is like a penny."
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"Wow!" remarked Johnny, getting an idea.
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"You're so generous...can I have one of your pennies?"
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God replied, "Sure thing, Johnny! Just a minute."
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Puffy white clouds rolled by and he pondered their shape.
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Soon, he began to think about God.
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"God? Are you really there?" Johnny said out loud.
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To his astonishment a voice came from the clouds.
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"Yes, Johnny? What can I do for you?"
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Seizing the opportunity, Johnny asked, "God? What is a million years like to you?"
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Knowing that Johnny could not understand the concept of infinity, God responded in a manner to which Johnny could relate.
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"A million years to me, Johnny, is like a minute."
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"Oh," said Johnny. "Well, then, what's a million dollars like to you?"
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"A million dollars to me, Johnny, is like a penny."
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"Wow!" remarked Johnny, getting an idea.
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"You're so generous...can I have one of your pennies?"
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God replied, "Sure thing, Johnny! Just a minute."
