On a saturday afternoon, the members of our neighbourhood gang used to like to go down to the general store to hang out and watch the people passing by. It was a small town and there was little else for us to do there. We were too young to have jobs so we didn't have any money. We didn't go to school much because we didn't like school much either for that matter.

At that moment, the town preacher came by our small gang and gave us a wide, friendly smile.

"Oh, what beautiful children you all are!" he exclaimed.

The members of our gang looked to the preacher, then looked to each other and nodded. It was true what he said. Indeed, we we were beautiful children.

"Where were you all baptised?" the Preacher asked.

Everyone in the gang looked around at each other. The youngest one spoke.

"We were never baptized. None of us were." The gang nodded their heads, agreeing.

The Priest curled his face in disgust. "Gah! Those who are unbaptized are like the dogs!"

We looked to each other's faces, then the eldest of our gang spoke.

"It is you Christians that are like the Dogs, in that you need a Master!"