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One day the good lord decided to take a stroll in the garden of Paradise. It was a most splendid day for a walk and many good souls were out. As he went along on his way, he came upon an old man wandering along by himself.  "Hello!" said the good lord, in a jovial tone, "Nice day!"

The old man was taken by surprise and realizing who it was that addressed him, he was stunned into speechlessness.  "Ahem!" said the good lord, clearing his throat, "Nice day for a walk!" he repeated.  "Oh yes, indeed it is!" the old man finally blurted out, regaining his composure a little, "Lovely day, lovely day indeed for a walk!"
So they began strolling along together. They talked and talked of many exciting things, the stars, the skies, the planets (especially the Earth). Suddenly the old man came to a stop.

"What is it?" asked the good lord, startled.  "Well!" said the old man hesitating, "There is just one thing, one thing I've always wondered about?"  "And what is that?" asked the good lord.  "Well!" said the old man slowly, "DINOSAURS! What in heaven's name was that all about?"

"Oh," chuckled the good lord, "That's when I was very young and just starting out. They were great fun, even if they weren't very sensible. But boy what times I had with them. Of course as I matured I had to put them away."
"Put them away!" inquired the old man.

"Why yes, I've got them in a box, tucked away, all safe and sound. Every once in a while I take them out and look at them. I'm saving them!"
"Saving them?" asked the old man, his eyes as big as two of the moons of Jupiter.
"Oh my yes!" said the good lord. "Someday, when all my children have come home, I'll take them out and have a great big show in the throne room. I want all my children to enjoy them. They always seem so fascinated by the stories that Archaeologists have passed down about them."

"Wow, that will be some show!" said the old man. "I can hardly wait to see it."
"Well, it's nice to have things to pass down to one's children," said the good lord lovingly.

"I know what you mean," said the old man, "I had something like that when I was a boy. A box of tin soldiers, great fun too. I'd line them up and play for hours. Of course, when I grew up I also put them away in a box. I kept them in my grandfather's trunk. Then when my son came along, we brought them out and we would put them in our Christmas garden every year. I had hoped to pass them on down to my grandsons and greatgrandsons."

"What happened?" asked the good lord, "Did you misplace them?"
"Oh no!" exclaimed the old man, "It was when I came here that it happened. I left them to my son. My son's wife sold them to a collector of tin soldiers. They are quite valuable on earth, you know and bring a good price."  "WHAT!" shouted the good lord, in such a terrible voice, that the old man became very nervous.

"Oh, she got a good price for them!" said the old man. "And they probably needed the money."  "Well it will never be worth what it is going to cost her!" said the good lord, as he went thundering off down the road with the old man trying desperately to keep up behind him. He went straight to the throne room and threw open the doors. All within froze at the intrusion. The old man was by now quite bewildered, still he could not resist taking the time to glance around.

The throne room was his next favorite spot after the garden. It was an enormous place with a huge stage in the center. This was surrounded by rows and rows of thrones and chairs, and you never knew who you might meet there. All the names of the good lord's children were etched on gold plates on the backs of each seat. You could walk around and see the names of those coming in the future and so arrange to be there and greet them when they arrived. You could also meet those people who had led interesting and unique lives and sometimes have a chat with them.

The old man remembered fondly the first time he had accidentally bumped into the great Mr. Einstein. He was accompanied by none other than Socrates himself. They had inquired of the old man how the weather was. He would also never forget eaves dropping in on a most interesting conversation, as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dr. Carl Jung had had a long debate on the theories of psychicdeductions. Most especially though he would always remember his favorite personality, Will Rogers. He and Will had talked for hours and hours.

So it was no wonder that the old man became side tracked and began to dawdle behind the good lord. It was also no wonder that every eye became riveted upon the two of them. The good lord stormed down to a row of beautiful thrones, these particular ones were inlaid with precious stones, jasper, onyx, and numerous pearls. All the thrones were either made of gold or silver or brass. Some very special ones were carved entirely out of ivory.

The old man recognized his own right away. He also recognized his wife's, his son's and his daughterinlaw's, who had not yet arrived. The good lord reached down to the throne of the son's wife and tore off the name plate in his hand. He then went thundering on down the aisles of thrones, till he came to a section of not too impressive brass ones. These were not inlaid at all and it was very difficult to see the stage from them. The good lord leaned down towards one and nailed the name plate on.

"NO!" said the good lord in a loud booming voice, that echoed all around the throne room. "It will never be worth what it has cost her."  The old man finally caught up with the good lord.  "Tell me" he said, quite out of breath but nonetheless curious, "What exactly has it cost her anyway?"  "Why!" said the good lord, with a twinkle in his eye.

"One of the best seats in the house."