Scenario:The scout troop in our parish sat in the first pews for the awarding of the four legged merit badge, for the scouts’ achievement of four leggedness, adding an identical, second pair of their original legs immediately behind the originals. The boys averaged 7 feet tall and with their four legs they struggled to get in and out of the pews, as well as to stand sit and kneel during the ceremony. The cantor sings a beautiful hymn about the beauty of the boys’ four legs and the beauty of their four feet.
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The scout troop in our parish sat in the first pews for the awarding of the four legged merit badge, for the scouts’ achievement of four leggedness, adding an identical, second pair of their original legs immediately behind the originals. The boys averaged 7 feet tall and with their four legs they struggled to get in and out of the pews, as well as to stand sit and kneel during the ceremony. The cantor sings a beautiful hymn about the beauty of the boys’ four legs and the beauty of their four feet.
Ethan
He is a priest attending a ceremony for the Four Legged Merit Badge. He is humble, surprised, and amused. During the mass, Ethan struggles to understand the significance of the merit badge, which seems unrelated to traditional scouting achievements. He is intrigued by the scouts’ unusual appearance with four legs. Despite his initial confusion, Ethan shows admiration and gratitude towards the scouts, acknowledging their remarkable presence in the church and the ceremony’s unique atmosphere.
Moses
He is an assistant priest helping during the mass. He is supportive, curious, and discreetly amused. Moses assists Ethan during the ceremony, positioning himself near the altar to ensure everything goes smoothly. He shares a mixture of confusion and amusement upon seeing the scouts with four legs, hinting at their extraordinary nature. Throughout the event, Moses maintains a watchful eye on the proceedings, ensuring that both the ceremony and the guests remain in order.
The FourLegged Scouts
They are a group of accomplished scouts achieving a unique badge. They are confident, unusual, and playful. With their remarkable appearance of four legs and identical pairs of original legs, they create a mesmerizing sight during the ceremony. Although initially puzzling to Ethan and Moses, the scouts exude pride and happiness about their achievement. Their presence adds an air of wonder and uniqueness to the church event, showcasing their remarkable adaptability and spirit.
The scouts from our parish sat in the first few pews for the awarding of the Four Legged Merit Badge.
I had no idea what that was or how a boy could get four legs, but I assumed it had something to do with having two pairs of legs instead of one.
Maybe it was about balance and being able to stand on four legs instead of two.
That would be a neat trick.
I didn’t think much about it until the boys stood during the mass, and I saw that they did indeed have four legs, but they were an identical second pair behind the originals.
The boys averaged about seven feet tall and getting in and out of the pews was quite the task with their four legs.
They had to walk sideways, or backwards and forwards to get through the pews.
It was comical to watch, but I was sure it was frustrating for them.
They had struggled with standing, sitting, and kneeling during the ceremony as well.
I didn’t think much about it until they were all lined up at the altar for the awarding of their merit badges.
The cantor sang a beautiful hymn about the beauty of their four legs and the beauty of their four feet.
From my position at the altar, I could see their faces as the cantor sang.
Tears welled up in their eyes and several of them gripped the communion rail for support.
Their four legs were trembling slightly, but they were trying to stand tall.
One boy, taller than the rest, wiped his face with his sleeve.
Another let out a quiet sob.
The hymn was beautiful and it spoke about their journey, their dedication, and the grace of their transformation.
When the cantor finished, Moses stepped forward with a box of tissues.
He carefully maneuvered between the boys’ four legs and handed each one a tissue.
They took them gratefully and tried to compose themselves.
The badges on their chests glimmered in the light of the church, and they stood proudly, even though they were crying.
One of the boys was smaller than the others and he began to cry openly.
I signaled the cantor to begin her poem.
She stepped forward, carrying a leather-bound book.
The scouts shifted in their pews, trying to face her.
Their four legs tangled together as they moved.
The cantor opened the book and began to read.
Her voice was clear and strong, echoing off the stone walls of the church.
She read verses about graceful movement and doubled strength.
The scouts listened intently, their tears drying on their faces.
The smallest scout was still wiping his eyes with his tissue.
He accidentally kicked the pew in front of him with his back right foot.
Two other scouts reached out and steadied him with their front hands.
They balanced on their remaining legs while they helped him. Moses moved forward to help, but the boys managed themselves.
Their eight feet were now planted firmly on the floor.
The cantor continued reading from her book.
"Do you think we'll ever get used to this?" the smallest scout whispered, his voice barely audible over the cantor's reading.
"I don't know," replied the tallest boy, glancing down at his own four legs. "But I do know that we didn't come this far just to give up now."
The smallest scout nodded, a determined look crossing his face. "You're right. We have to keep moving forward, no matter how many legs it takes."
