We had a missionary one time who frequently visited our home whose tummy would make a meowing sound or he was some kind of ventriloquist. He had us looking all over the house for a cat one Christmas. It took us some time to discover the noise was coming from the elder. He never fessed up to it, but we knew it was him.
Remembering the Best of Us
Legendary Recipes & Stories from the Kay L & Norma Lybbert Family