Confession? “I’ve been pretty well cured of the unfortunate and unproductive habit of telling whoppers.”

To tell the truth . . . (responsorial)
Culminating in: Out of the mouths of babes

Tuesday’s Bulletin Board opened with this note from Al B of Hartland: “I visited with a fellow the other day. He had one of those last names that are longer than they need to be. He grumped about the temperature.

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Are you a liar? Are you a good liar? Have you got a minute to take the Q test? How about 59 seconds?

To tell the truth . . .

Al B of Hartland: “I visited with a fellow the other day. He had one of those last names that are longer than they need to be. He grumped about the temperature.

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What do you suppose these ravens were chatting about, out there on the snow?

Our birds, ourselves
Ask Al B Division

Writes Kathy S. of St. Paul: “Question for our Official Ornithologist:

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