SNOWBALL: Hello, I’m detective Snowball, and I’m here to see if anyone in this room has characterprints like Jesus.
COCOA: Hey Snowball. Whatcha doing?
SNOWBALL: Well, if you weren’t late, you would have heard me the first time. I’m a detective, and I’m going to find out if anyone in this room has the characterprints like Jesus.
COCOA: Hah! Hah! That’s funny Snowball. You can’t be a detective.
SNOWBALL: Why not?
COCOA: You can’t even sniff out your own litter box! You can’t find any clues.
SNOWBALL: I can too!
COCOA: Can not!
SNOWBALL: Can too!
COCOA: Can not!
SNOWBALL: Fine. If you really want to help, you can be my dog.
COCOA: All right! I’ll sniff out any clues there are! I’ll be the best dog detective anyone’s ever seen!
SNOWBALL: You are NOT a dog detective. I’m the detective. You are just the detective’s dog. Okay?
COCOA: Oh, okay. Sorry. What clues do we look for first?
SNOWBALL: First, we’re looking for the meek and humble characterprints. Also, the forgiving and merciful prints.
COCOA: Oh, yeah! That should be easy! Wait! (sniff, sniff loudly) I think I smell something! It’s… it’s… (sniff more, then pause)… IT STINKS! Who’s wearing dirty socks? Yuck!
SNOWBALL: Cocoa? I think you’re smelling yourself now. Which reminds me. Before we get started, you need to take a flea bath and get a leash. After all, I think ALL dogs need to be on leashes.
COCOA: WHAT!? No way! I can’t do that! That goes against my dog instincts!
SNOWBALL: Cocoa, even your instinct STINKS! If you don’t go get a flea bath right now, I’ll…..
FABLE: Hi Snowball. Hey Cocoa. Um, Snowball, what are you doing?
COCOA: She’s Detective Snowball, and I’m her dog! We’re trying to find someone with the characterprints of Jesus. We don’t waste time sitting around writing silly fables!
SNOWBALL: Cocoa! You’re terrible. Now I’m convinced you don’t have any characterprints. That was a very rude thing to say to Fable! If you keep that up, I will have to disown you. I do not want such a stinky animal for MY dog!
FABLE: That’s okay, Snowball. Don’t be mad at Cocoa. I know he didn’t mean it. Not everyone enjoys writing stories like I do. To Cocoa, writing fables might be wasting time, and I respect his opinion. I don’t expect him to like everything I do. After all, none of us are ever exactly alike. We can be totally different, yet we can still be very good friends. We can still like each other. Jesus wants us to be different, and he wants us to be very good friends to everyone.
SNOWBALL: Fable, that was such a forgiving thing to say. After all, Cocoa is only a DOG, and dogs don’t know anything when it comes to being polite.
FABLE: Well, Snowball, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say about Cocoa. Do you realize that Cocoa is actually very humble by being your dog? He is trying to help you.
SNOWBALL: I guess you’re right, Fable. Everything I said was true, but I guess I shouldn’t have said it. Sorry Cocoa. I do thank you for your help.
COCOA: That’s okay! I forgive you, Snowball. Fable, could you do me a favor?
FABLE: What is it, Cocoa?
COCOA: Well, I sorta was just thinking….could you help me, um, take a flea bath?
FABLE: Oh, sure, Cocoa. Come on. Let’s take a bubble bath!
(COCOA and FABLE leave)
SNOWBALL: Well, I guess I solved the first two clues. Fable is forgiving. He could have gotten really mad at Cocoa, but he didn’t. He didn’t yell; he didn’t throw things around, or anything. Just like Jesus at the cross. Jesus could have gotten really, really mad, and called the angels to help him get off the cross, but he didn’t. He died because he loved his friends and his enemies. And Cocoa, that silly dog, didn’t have to take a flea bath, but he did it for me, so I would be happy. What a friend! He’s a good dog.
(COCOA comes back)
COCOA: Okay, let’s make tracks! I’m ready to find the next two clues! What do we look for next?
SNOWBALL: Cocoa, we can’t look for any more character prints today. VBS is over and the kids are going home. But we’ll look for more tomorrow. Come on, let’s go eat lunch. I’m starving. Let’s go get some hot dogs!
COCOA: Um, Snowball? Can we eat pizza? I don’t like to eat hot dogs.
SNOWBALL: Okay, Cocoa. Hey! You look great! You’re really a “hot” dog! And humble too.
(COCOA and SNOWBALL exit)