ONE Clear LITTLE CHUCKLE

This story was told to me so I don't cognize if it is true or if it is a joke. I think it is a joke, but then once again -------

The guests were all seated. The parents of the bride and groom had been escorted down the aisle and sitting in the front row on their several sides. The groomsmen were in their places. The bridesmaids had each enjoyed their moment of glory as they separately walked down the aisle and took their places opposite the groomsmen. The ring bearer was the next to enter the door to the chapel. He was endearing in his little tux, simply 3 years old and the bride's brother.

Everyone smiled as they watched him begin his trip down the aisle. Then the smiles changed to at a loss looks. As the little boy took a step, he let go of the ring cushion with his right hand, raised it in front of him curved his fingers, scratching at thin air and going, "Grrrrr", as loud as he could.

On the next step, he control the cushion with his right hand, let go with his left, raising it in front of him with arced fingers, scraped at thin air and once again went, "Grrrrr", as loud as he could. He continuing alternate hands and going,"Grrrrr", all the way down the aisle to the alter.

The ceremony continuing without a hitch. At the end, the minister couldn't control his curiosity any longer and asked why the boy ready made such strange motions and sounds as he walked down the aisle.

The boy replied, "That was the only way I knew how to be a ring bear."