"Otter Pop," I said.
Elder Green had already reached the freezer, where he retrieved a handful of the frozen treats and tossed me five or six of them.
"Dude, what are we going to do about the Gurules?" he asked. "You can tell they all want to get baptized."
"Except the dad," I almost said, but that went without saying. Brother Gurule's coolness toward anything Latter-day Saint continued to foil our efforts to help his family.
"I don't want to tell him how to take care of his family," I lamented, chewing off the top of my third Otter Pop and spitting it into the garbage. "Hey, do we have any more of those dinosaur chicken tender things left?"
"We should," said Elder Green, digging through today's mail.
As I laid several rows of processed stegosaurs and tyrannosaurs on a cookie sheet, Elder Green mused aloud.
"If we could get someone from the ward over there to make friends with him ..."
"Didn't he meet Brother Howard?" I asked.
"Brother Howard helped him with his roof, yeah, but I don't know if there's anything there.... You got some mail. Who's Heidi?"
He tossed me the letter.
"One the maybe three of he original ten girls writing me," I said. "Oh look, she's dating someone now. But back to Brother Gurule --- we need to get him to church."
"We should pray about it," said Elder Green.
"I don't want to tell him how to take care of his family," I lamented THIS SHOULD BE SAID, chewing off the top of my third Otter Pop and spitting it WHAT IS IT? into the garbage.
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