The power of multiplication.

The power of multiplication.

Josiah was a working man, honest and faithful, very faithful to God and his beloved Jane. Pretty girl, a gorgeous brunette, about twenty years younger than Josiah.
In Santa Martha, Josiah worked as a shoemaker, a famous artist, sought by many customers from nearby and even Cachoeiro ..
It turns out that, for some time now, attending the church that Josiah began to realize that that old faithful had disappeared.
Josiah started drinking, first alone and in secret, then more often and every day with less modesty. Until, one day, the bar appeared in Gilbert, a meeting point rather flirtatious girl in the district.
His debut was memorable; destroying the entire stock of Sao Paulo who had fire in the bar. Around four o'clock in the morning was taken home. Totally drunk.
The summary expulsion from the Church was, especially after the day, and sleep during the Sunday service decided to make the leg of a pastor makeshift urinal.
The scandal has gripped the community, between scared and playful.
Who did not like it was Joan, the beautiful brunette is seen, from night to day, a victim of the most shameful and vicious jokes in the community.
But the situation was going from bad to worse, and despite all the prayers, oaths and promises made for the salvation of our friend, everything was as before the barracks of Abrantes, Abrantes Josiah, that was the full name of our shoemaker .
The girls and boys of St. Martha were already feeling the lack of our exponent in the noble art of shoemaking, now half-soles and repairs impossible had to be made elsewhere, to the prejudice of pockets and the quality of services provided.
Joan, at the beginning, still remained faithful to our alcoholic but as the door where the misery comes out love, could not resist for long ...
At that time, the Government of the Holy Spirit was hiring new police officers and Maximilian was one of those. Crowded in Santa Martha, had arrived a short time in the quiet location.
John Polino was his instructor on the souls santamartenses but because of an oversight, forgot to talk about Josiah. But not needed, so the insignificance of the poor drunk ...
Gilberto, sorry for Joanna, now no longer sells alcohol to the cobbler, but no avail. Drank alcohol to clean and, if bobeassem, empty fuel tank.
In the freezing night in July of that relentless, Maximilian made his first round at night when, without waiting, trying to find a citizen in any way, hit the key in the lock.
It helped him open the door but for the duty of the office and not knowing that citizen, asked if he was living there.
When asked, Josiah was blunt: "Of course I live, come with me and you will see."
When entering the house, Josiah was just saying, "See that guy lying on the couch? It's my brother. "
"Come with me I'll show you something: That woman is lying here in my fourth wife, and that fellow lying beside her I am."
When the guard, with nothing to ask, said goodbye and walked away.
Josiah lay in bed and telling his feet, he had noticed something strange:
One foot, two feet, three, four, five, six feet.
Oops! There's something weird! But then, to calm down, got up and went to the foot of the bed and retold: one, two, three, four!
Two women and two mine!
Yeah, I have to stop drinking it!