34 34 The vicar started his assembly by asking the children to try and guess what was in his head. He told them that as he had walked through the churchyard on his way to the school that morning, he had seen something in a tree.
‘You know, children,’ he said, ‘I had such a surprise. There it was, poking its little grey head between the branches of the great oak tree, its great bushy tail twitching and its little darting, black, shiny eyes like beads staring at me.’ He paused for effect. Then his gaze settled on Darren, a large boy with very fair hair, who was sitting at the front of the hall. ‘Now, young man,’ said the cleric smiling, ‘what do you think I’m talking about?’
‘Well, I know it’s Jesus,’ replied the boy, ‘but it sounds very like a squirrel to me.’