Green Pastures Page #2

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he'd seen the angels do.

Yes, sir,

I bet they had fish fries every week.

Maybe every day.

There wasn't no mankind

to worry about yet.

Did they go fishing?

The fishermen fished, the cooks cooked,

there was plenty to eat for all.

The children played,

the grownups passed the time of day...

excepting, of course, the choir.

God give them songs to sing.

So they sang to De Lawd

the songs he liked to hear.

Where are going?

Hurry up.

This here fat's crying for more fish.

They's coming.

They's got to be catched, ain't they?

We can't say, "Come on, little fish,

come on and get fried."

I'm an Indian!

- Henry, you sure got the prettiest wings.

- They're just my old ones.

Take that cigar out of your mouth.

A child like you shouldn't be smoking.

Let him have a cigar.

Cigars, gentlemen? Cigars?

Just help yourself.

Cigars, gentlemen? Cigars?

Good morning.

- Yes, ma'am. Here it is. Yes, indeed.

- Thank you kindly.

- Anybody here seen Fitzhugh?

- A minute ago he was up in the element.

You fly down here.

You heard me, Fitzhugh.

You want to be put down in the sin book?

That boy must have imp blood in him,

he's so vexing.

You want me to fly up there

and slap you down?

- I told you, you was too little for catfish.

- What's the trouble with Leonetta?

She got a catfish bone down her throat,

doggone it.

I told her to eat grindle instead.

If'n she do get all that ate,

she's gonna have the bellyache.

Ain't I told her that?

Come on, now. Let go of that bone.

- Now, that's good.

- Now she all right.

Go on and play with your cousins.

I ain't seen you lately, Lily.

- How has you been?

- Fine. I've been visiting my mammy.

She's waiting on the welcome table

over by the throne of grace.

She always was pretty holy.

I guess De Lawd took quite a fancy to her.

I declare, your mammy's

one of the finest lady angels I know.

She claim you the best one she know.

Well, when you come right down to it,

I suppose we all are pretty near perfect.

Why is that, Miss Jenny?

I suppose it's 'cause De Lawd don't like...

associating with the devil anymore,

so there can't be no more sinning.

Poor old Satan.

I wonder whatever become of him.

Gabriel!

Gangway!

Gangway for De Lawd God Jehovah.

- Here comes De Lawd.

- I hope De Lawd likes my robe.

I wonder what De Lawd

coming over here for.

Do I look all right?

- Is you been baptized?

- Certainly, Lawd.

Is you been baptized?

Certainly, Lawd

Certainly, certainly, certainly, Lawd

Is you been redeemed?

Certainly, Lawd

Is you been redeemed?

Certainly, Lawd

Certainly, certainly, certainly, Lawd

Does you bow mighty low?

Certainly, Lawd

Does you bow mighty low?

Certainly, Lawd

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