WELCOME, Today I am a horse,

Dear God, did you have to make my poor old horse lose his shoe just before the Sabbath? That wasn't nice. It's enough you pick on me, Tevye, bless me with 5 daughters, a life of poverty. What have You got against my horse? Sometimes I think when things are too quiet up there, You say to Yourself:"Let's see, what kind of mischief can I play on my friend, Tevye?" Tevye pulls his cart farther down the lane, silently, looking toward heaven and continues talking, "As the Good Book says, Heal us, O Lord, and we shall be healed. In other words, send us the cure, we?ve got the sickness already. I'm not really complaining---after all, with Your help, I'm starving to death. You made many, many poor people. I realise, of course, that it's no shame to be poor, but it's no great honour either. So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?