Dancin’ At The Disco
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Loading ...Once upon a time, Sam The Clam and Myrtle The Turtle fell in love. Sam Clam, as Myrtle would call him, owned a discotheque and every night both would dance and dance until the wee hours of the morning. One early evening, tragedy struck and Myrtle The Turtle passed away and went to heaven. When she arrived at the pearly gates, St. Peter gave her the customary angel’s wings, a halo, and a harp, and evaluated her life. “Myrtle, you died without warning and since you were such a good and decent turtle when you were alive, I’ll allow you to return to earth for a few hours so you can say goodbye to your loved ones. But you must be back before midnight or you won’t be able to reenter heaven!”
So Myrtle The Turtle returned to earth to say her last goodbyes. As midnight approached, St. Peter stood at the gates, waiting for her.
Twelve midnight came and went…no Myrtle.
Twelve fifteen came and went…no Myrtle.
Twelve thirty came and went…no Myrtle!
Twelve forty-five came and went…no Myrtle!!
Finally at one o’clock, Myrtle appeared. St. Peter told her how angry and disappointed he was in her. Myrtle began to cry and explained, “It’s not my fault, St. Peter. Sam and I spent the night dancing in his disco. We had so much fun. I left to return here in plenty of time. But halfway here, I realized I had forgotten something, so I went back to get it. That’s why I’m late.” St. Peter asked, “What could have been so important that you HAD to go back and get it?” Myrtle, still crying, replied, “I left my harp in Sam Clam’s disco.”