"How could you blame an innocent hen? Is that the best excuse you could come up with?" He was beginning to shout at Mr Finleyson. "Since you have been in my office, Martha has sat there quietly making no noise whatsoever! If it had been her, she would have continued her verbal assault on me in my office. Not a peep has she made! Shame on you Oliver for blaming poor Martha. It would not surprise me to learn that when you break wind in public, you blame poor Martha here." He then reaches out and pats Martha on her head. "It pains me to tell you that you are now banned from this church for life and all the activities connected with this church. Do you understand Oliver? " Mr Finleyson then replied, "Yes, I fully understand " The minister, still pacing up and down, then began pontificating about the virtues of society and today's young folk! He then went behind his desk and stood looking out of the window with his back to Mr Finleyson. That was his way of letting Mr Finleyson know he was being dismissed like a naughty schoolboy, in seeing the headmaster. Mr Finleyson got up out of his chair while holding onto Martha. He again looked at the clock and noticed that it was now 2:40 a.m. He could not wait to get out of the church and go home to his bed. Even Martha's beady little eyes looked droopy. He walked to the door and opened it. Just as he was about to go through the door, Martha blew the loudest raspberry towards the minister's back. He had never heard her blow a raspberry that loud! It was like Martha had brought be raspberry up from the deepest recesses of her bowels! Her little tongue had remained stuck out for longer than usual to maximise the loudness and length of the raspberry! He ran out before the minister*s reaction.