<TITLE>17. Par 51-53</TITLE>L-51 And so, I took the rake off of her, and she didn't hesitate a minute. Up she got and right on up, and laid right down by my steps. Well, I went up there, and I--I punched her a little bit, and she just wouldn't move. She was gone. They said, "She's dead."
I said, "I don't know." I laid my stick on her. And no, she wasn't dead. And those poor little baby opossums was nursing from her, trying to.
Well, Mrs. Wood, she's setting here, a lovely God borned again Christian, if I ever seen one. But she's kind of a veterinary. She said, "Brother Branham, the only human thing to do with that opossum now is to kill it." Said, "I'll tell you, Brother Branham," said, "you see them babies are nursing from her. And she's perhaps, dead, or will be dead in a couple minutes." And said, "The babies will die. See?" Said, "It'll just starve to death." And said, "The only thing to do is just take the babies and kill them, and kill the old mother opossum; 'cause you couldn't raise them, they'll just little bitty things like that." Said, "You couldn't raise them."

L-52 I said, "Sister Wood, I know that's right." But I said, "I just can't do it."
"Why," she said, "you're a hunter aren't you?"
I said, "Yes, but I'm not a killer." I said, "I--I just can't do it." And she... I said, "Them opossums are eatable. People eat those things, and they're food." I said, "I killed a many one, but I killed it to eat." But I said, "Not--not just like that." And she said, "Well, lets Banks do it." That's her husband, my dear good buddy. And said, "Let Banks do it."
And I said, "I--I just don't want him to." Well, she just went ahead. That's all she could do.
Oh, the day had been long. I tried to feed the opossum. She never moved no more, and them poor little baby opossums and trying to nurse. And then laying there in that hot sun, shining right down on her. I thought, "Oh, my. What a sight." And her leg was swollen up, way like that, and blows all over it, and the flies all around her. I tried to pour water on her, you know, to run them flies off. And they come right back again. And, oh, it gangrene in it, and so forth. So I said, "My that's horrible looking."

L-53 So, a long night, Brother Wood's come up and he said, "Now, Brother Branham, you've been busy today, people coming and going, everything," said, "you better take a little ride." So he and his wife, and my wife and I, we got in the car and rode way out through the country. And we was riding along, and all at once, I believe my wife, said, "Oh, did you see that little puppy laying there?"
And I turned around and went back. Well, I went out to pick him up, and that poor little fellow was just about that high and about that long. And he was so full of mange, it was cake on top of cake and lice all over him, or fleas; just eat up. And I said, "Poor little thing."
Sister Wood said, "I believe you ought kill it," said, "cause it's just going to die."
I said, "I'm going to take him home with me, that poor little fellow." And I went down and got me some mange cure, and some powders and doctored him up. And my he's a big fine dog now.


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