As the two LDS missionaries entered the home, both could tell that this discussion was not going to go as planned. One elder was suffering from severe allergies and the other knew it, and was not sure how to help his companion.
Brother X, head of the humble abode in which the two missionaries entered, could immediately tell what the small, scrawny missionary was experiencing and he offered him some allergy pills. The young man readily accepted.
“How many do you take?” The puffy eyed elder asked Brother X.
Brother X's six and a half foot, three hundred pound form looked down at the missionary and replied, “I take four.”
Before the other missionary could say a word, his companion had downed four pills and had returned the glass of water and the allergy pill bottle to Brother X. The two missionaries started their discussion and left soon afterwards.
“I'm feeling kinda dizzy,” the scrawny companion stated, as they headed for their bikes.
“Alright,” replied the older elder. “We can walk to our next appointment.”
As they began their next discussion, the older missionary began as he usually did and taught until it was his companion's turn to end the discussion. But the look of his companion made him continue and finish the discussion on his own. He never did find out what was so interesting to his companion that had been placed on the ceiling.
Dinner with the other missionaries in the area had been planned for that evening, and the two elders made their way to the house. By this time, all signs of the young elder's light-headedness and dizziness had disappeared. Almost. As dinner started, the young companion started getting excited about very small matters: the painting of apples on the wall was his favorite.
After watching his strange behavior for a time, the other elders in the apartment decided to take advantage of it by teaching him new Spanish words. “I am huge” was a popular phrase to teach him.
“Say, 'Yo soy mariposa',” one elder said. “Say it in your manly voice.”
This phrase soon became the favorite of the evening as the young, high-on-allergy-pills elder repeated, “Yo soy mariposa”. This phrase can be interpreted in two ways: one meaning, “I am a butterfly”; the other meaning, “I am gay.”
The elders in the apartment howled with laughter at the young missionary's expense. And their laughter didn't cease until their young friend had passed out on the floor.
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