Sunday, May 25, 2008

Cute little feller

As per our usual, Andrew read scripture to Rachel and me while we sat in the rocking chair and nursed before bedtime. We're in 2 Nephi right now, just finishing up with the Isaiah chapters.

We got to chapter 24, verse 7-8:

The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet; they break forth into singing.

Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and also the cedars of Lebanon, saing: Since though art laid down no feller is come up against us.

"What did you say?" I laughed.

"What?" asked Andrew.

"No feller is come," I clarified.

"That's what it says," Andrew defended himself, "I didn't just pull a Matt Parks, honest."

"What are you then? Some sort of hick talking about a puppy?" I asked. Then I put on my best redneck voice and said, "Aw, ain't he just a cute little feller!"

Andrew gave me a weird look before laughing, "You thought I said fellow? I said feller! We're talking about trees here!"

It took me a minute to remember that it was, indeed, the trees who were speaking when the word feller was used. Suddenly everything starting making a whole lot more sense.


  1. hehehe! it took me awhile to figure that out too.

  2. lol. You gave me the chance to laugh at Matt's funny sleepiness all over again. :) Isaiah sometimes said some wierd stuff.

  3. 'tweren't Isaier, 'twer Early Modern English spoke in the 15th cent-Ery. So simple... one who fells trees: feller. :) English was a much easier language 550 years ago. Didn't have to worry none about spellin' er grammer er nuthin like that there....