Once upon a time there was a dog named Nofrute. Nofrute was an extemely fat and lazy dog. Oh, he occassionally used to get his Master’s slippers, but that was not without a lot of grumblings and protests. Nofrute lived with his Master in a large house near a place called Redemption City.
One evening, Nofrute’s Master had an important meeting to attend so he had left Nofrute all alone, inside the house, for a few hours. As soon as his Master left, Nofrute headed straight for the refrigerator (Nofrute was highly controlled by the cravings of his stomach). Nofrute pried open the refrigerator door and started devouring a large bar of chocolate. Then he ate a 4 litre tub of ice cream, 24 scones with whipped cream, 4 packets of chocolate biscuits, 10 large bags of chips (that he found in a cupboard) and finally 8 litres of soft drink to wash it all down. Nofrute started feeling very sick. He laid in the middle of the lounge room with his legs in the air. Nofrute was in great pain and was having difficulty breathing.
An hour or so later Nofrute’s Master come home and saw Nofrute lying in the middle of the lounge room with his legs in the air. He raced over only to find Nofrute had died. The Master wept and wept and wept.
31 Meanwhile his disciples urged him, “Rabbi, eat something.”
32 But he said to them, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.”
33 Then his disciples said to each other, “Could someone have brought him food?”
34 “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work. (NIV)