Elder Dye and I were walking down the street the other day wondering how we can cope with each others sarcasm better when I started rambling on as I usually do about nothing. This is in essence what came out of my mouth which for now on will be known to Elder Dye and I as the parable of the dead bunnies.

One day a bunny was crossing the street when a car driving along the road hit it. The car realizing there was no way the bunny was alive left the bunny behind and continued driving off.

Another day another bunny was crossing the same street in which another man ran this bunny over. This man however decided to slam on his brakes and run over the bunny again.

And finally on a third day another bunny was yet again crossing the street. A third man ran into this bunny slammed on his breaks and got out of the car seeing the bunny dead of the ground still gets out his knife and stabs the bunny in the head.

Knowing all three bunnies were dead on impact who did the right thing? Man 1, 2, or 3? As Elder Dye and I contemplated the gibberish of the words that I just spoke we realized that these dead bunnies did relate perfectly to our sarcasm as well as our trials in life. First how it relates to sarcasm: Man one hits or encounters someones rude sarcasm and just ignores it moving forward. Man two encounters this same sarcasm get's offended and goes out of his way to worry about what was said. Then man three not only encounters this sarcasm but he goes completely out of his way to end that of which bothered him most. Man one chose the best and most Christlike choice to move on. A better way of looking at this parable is how we face trials. Man one hits a trial and moves on. Man two hits a trial then goes back and doesn't learn seeing as he has to face that same trial again and Man three get's overly aggravated at his trials. We must be man one and just simply move on!