<TITLE>12. Par 44-47</TITLE>L-44 And then, just then, Mrs. Wood's come up and Mr. Wood. They seen us out there in the yard. And Mrs. Wood said, "Well, what do you know, Brother Branham?" She said, "That little bitty, tiny opossums." And she said, "What are you going to do about it?"
I said, "I don't know."
She said, "Well, kill it."
"Oh," I said, "I can't kill it."
"Oh," she said, "Just kill the mother and take them little ones, they got a round mouth." Said, "They could never nurse. Just pick them up and throw them on the ground and kill them right quick, and get them out of their misery." She's a veterinarian, and that was the most humane thing to do. She said, "Just throw them on the ground and kill them right quick, and then it'll all be over."
I said, "Sister Wood's, I know you are right, but I just can't do it."
She said, "Well, let Banks do it." (That's her husband.)
I said, "No, I don't want him to do it."
Leo and Gene, here, they looked at me, thought, "What's he going to do?"
"Why," she said, "Why don't you go in and get one of your guns and shoot it then?" Said, "You're a hunter. Why don't you go kill it?"
I said, "I'm a hunter, but I'm not a killer." I said, "I can't kill her."
Said, "Well, what are you going to do?"
I said, "I don't know."

L-45 And I noticed her scrambling for those little babies. And when I let that rake up, you know what she done? With that one leg dragging, here she went just as hard as she could go, and went right down in front of my steps and there passed out. And those little opossums, when she passed out, that--'course that let that cord loose and she could--they come out of the pocket, and those nine little opossums trying to nurse her. That's all they know how to do.
And Mrs. Wood said, "Billy, you mean you are going to let them little opossums die that horrible death." Said, "She is dead. And you going to let them little opossums drink that old milk from her like that and die that horrible death?" Said, "Brother Branham, that's brutal."
I said, "It may be Mrs. Wood, but I ain't go the heart to kill her."
I took and punched the old opossum. You could just barely see that she was still alive. I said, "She's still alive."

L-46 Well, there she laid there in that hot sun. Someone come in, Gene and Leo left. All that day the old opossum laid there. That night come, Mr. Wood come up, said, "Now, Billy, you have been busy all day long, got to get you out a little while, so you can relax."
I said, "All right, Brother Wood."
We went out that night, and was riding around coming down the road, and I stopped real quick. A little puppy was on the road. And I picked the little fellow up, and he was so full of mange and lice, till they was running all over my arms. I brought him in the car, and--Meda said--my wife said, "Billy, you are not going to pick up that little old mangy dog."
I said, "Sure, he's just a baby. He's got a right to live."
Said, "What are you going to do with him?"
I said, "Well, I'm going to take him home. Somebody dropped him. It's a shame."

L-47 I took the little fellow home, washed him off, and prayed for him; it's one of the finest collie dogs you ever seen. See? You don't have to do that, kill them.
And when we come in at eleven o'clock, old mother opossum's laying there. Dew had done got on her, little--little ones still nursing.
Mr. Woods said, "Billy, look at there. You know good and well, boy, if that opossum is ever going to move, it would move when it got dark."
I said, "I know it, Brother Woods, but I--I can't kill it."


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