Misceivious Brothers

There were two young brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly
mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they
had a hand in it. Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them.

Hearing about a rabbi nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother
suggested to her husband that she would ask the rabbi to talk with the boys
and he agreed.

The mother went to the rabbi and made her request. He agreed, but said
he wanted to see the younger boy first and alone. So the mother sent the
younger to the rabbi.

The rabbi sat the boy down across his HUGE, impressive desk. For about
five minutes they just sat and stared at each other. Finally, the rabbi
pointed his forefinger at the boy and asked, "Young man, where is God?"

The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room, all around,
then said nothing.

Again, louder, the rabbi pointed at the boy and asked, "Where is God?"
Again, the boy looked all around but said nothing.

A third time, in a louder, firmer voice, the rabbi leaned far across the
desk and put his forefinger almost to the boy's nose, and asked, "Young man,
I ask you, where is God?"

The boy panicked and ran all the way home. Finding his older brother, he
dragged him upstairs to their room and into the closet, where they usually
plotted their mischief. He finally said, "We're in Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-g trouble."

The older boy asked, "What do you mean, 'BIG trouble?'"

His brother replied, "I'm tellin' ya', we're in BIG trouble. God is
missing and they think we did it !!!"