Brooklyn Birch at the gates of heaven.

“Brooklyn Birch approached the gates of heaven. Just outside the gates stood St. Peter. "Are these the gates of heaven?” asked the wooden puppet. “Yes, they are. “How can I get in" the puppet continued. "To make an acceptable entrance you must demonstrate humility." said; St. Peter. The puppet, Brooklyn Birch, thought himself immediately back to earth and to show humility wished for a slow, reliable means of transport back to the gates of heaven. St. Peter heard laughter from the angels. He turned. There parading up the path from planet-side, riding between the lines of souls waiting their turn was the puppet. He smiled and bowed from his perch on the back of a giant turtle. "Wake up" said Mr. Russ. The ventriloquist cut into the puppet’s reverie. “The band is playing our music, That’s our Que. The man carried Brooklyn Birch from the dark wings of the theater out to the microphone behind the footlights. He sat Brooklyn Birch on his velvet covered puppet stand. “How humiliating.” thought the puppet.