<TITLE>17. Par 72-74</TITLE>L-72 And said, "Well, what are you going to do?" Well, I poured water on her, and everything, tried to wash the fly blows off of her. Wouldn't do any good. She just didn't come to.
So them poor little opossums just a nursing away, and I thought, "Poor little thing." Then we went on all that day, people coming, and going, and all that day and nothing... And she still laid there in the sun... All and oh, she was really covered all over with fly blows at night.
So Mr. Wood come up and said, "Now, Brother Branham, you went far enough today." Said, "You got to take a little rest now." He took his wife, and I, and my wife, and went out a riding.
And on the road down, I'll never forget it; we passed a little old dog laying on the road. And I said, "Stop. Let's get him."
And I went back, and the poor little fellow was one solid cake of mange, and fleas was done crawling all over my hand. And I said, "Poor little thing."
And Sister Wood said, "Now, I guess you're not going to kill that."
And I said, "Certainly I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to pray for him."
She said, "Brother Branham," said, "don't you know that mange and the poor... look, it's just so full of lice right now."
I said, "I'm putting him in my car." And I put him in my car.
And said, "Well, the lice will be all over us."

L-73 I said, "I'll put him in a sack." And I got him in a sack and tied him up, and put him in the car, went home, prayed for him, worked with him. Boy, he's a big fine collie now, just as a beautiful dog as you've ever seen. There's no use doing that. Don't be so brutal about things. And so the--so the next...
We come in at eleven o'clock; there was the little old opossum still laying there, still passed out. And Brother Wood said, "Now, she'll never move." Said, "She's dead now."
I said, "Maybe she is."
So then, Billy Paul had been out on fishing somewhere at the river, and he come in after midnight. And when he did, there the opossum still laying there. The next morning I got up. I couldn't rest all night, thinking about the opossum. And the next morning I got up real early about seven o'clock, went out, looked laying there, there laid the old opossum. And my little girl, very spiritual, and she come out in her little pajamas. And she said, "Daddy, what are you going to do with that opossum?"
I said, "Honey, I don't know."
Said, "Is she dead?"
I said, "I don't know."

L-74 And I looked at her, and them poor little opossum still laying there, you know. And I thought, "Isn't that pitiful?" And I thought, "I guess the best thing to do would be kill it, but I--I can't do it somehow."
And she said, "Daddy. that poor old mother," said, "is she dead?"
And I said, "I'll see." And I stomped on her a little like that, pushing her back and forth. And no, she still had life. And so, I went. I said, "I don't know, honey." I said, "You better run back to bed, because mommy isn't up yet."
So we went in, set down. I went in my den room, right where visions has...?... many. I sit down there, and I put my hands up like this, and I thought, "God, what can I do about that old opossum?" I said, "I... Today," I said, "it's laying there. I don't know what to do with it."


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