The Voice From Above

A strange experience the other day. I was out in the garden, sitting, relaxing, and admiring time go by.

Then I heard a booming voice from above, "Where am I? Where am I?"

My first instinct was to drop on my knees and pray; just in case God was checking on me as He probably does all of us from time to time.

I held my hands together and closed my eyes in prayer. The voice continued, "Where am I? Where am I?"

I half-opened one eye and looked left and right to see if anyone was there. An angel with a tenor voice perhaps, like Pavarotti used to have. There was no one there.

I looked up at the trees, in case there was an escaped pet parrot, also with a tenor voice. Apart from some birds like sparrows, tits, robins, pigeons and a squirrel, there was no parrots there. I realise that the squirrel is not a bird, but he just happened to be there.

As I got up from my knees the voice shouted again, "Where am I? Where am I?"

I looked up at the sky and up there was a hot-air balloon. It was losing height and about to land. The pilot shouted, "Where am I? Where am I?"

I replied, "You can't fool me mate. You're hiding in that basket up in the air!"

What a weird stupid way to play hide and seek. I tell you.