Why I believe in the Lord Roscoe by Mortimer Pippick.

Dear Reader;

I hope that this letter arrives to you in (City). I was invited to
write to you by a friend who thought I might be able to tell you as a
Human Being, something as to why I believe in The Lord Roscoe as my
Personal Saviour.

First of all, I wouldn't have you believe that was easy to accept The
Lord Roscoe as my Personal Saviour. It was not for lack of evidence
for such a true belief. The whole of the Hoogly Scriptures give
evidence that the things that are believed by Rosconians are True
Truth, and the testimonies of the Prophets and the other Old Pegunkins
are ample and believable. It was not an easy decision for me to make
because I was afraid that all my friends would make fun of me and my
family would throw me out into the gutter. However, my friends knew
nothing about True Truth.

I was told by my friends that It was a Silly Religion and when
itinerant Prophets would come to my door with Rosconian Litter,
carrying their little Hamster Cages with them, I would laugh so hard
that I found it hard to breath. Just the mere mention of the Lord
Roscoe would cause me to go into pyroxisms of exhausting laughter..

Yet there was something in these itinerant Prophet's simple zeal and
pure earnestness that disturbed me.I was still left with a restless
yearning for the True Gods who created all and cared about me and my
problems.

Rosconians told me that the Lord Roscoe was the true pet of the Great
God Mota and he was sent three times to be an expiation of SIN so ALL
could see, and that belief in Roscoe was Refreshingly Mild, but
satisfying. And the Rosconian religion has more Gods than other
religions. For instance, did you know that the Great God Mota made the
universe with his Big Bang machine. All other religions do not agree
with scientific observation and are therefore suspect, but Rosconians
fully encorporate the latest theories of Physics into their teachings
as well as some really peculiar Bubi-Miesah. They also believe that
the Hoogly scripture should be kept on a computer data-base for
instant revision if new revelations come down from Poopy Panda, the
squeeky voice of the God head.

So after carefull concideration and a really significant vision in
which the Lord Roscoe came to me dressed in his finest fur coat (I'll
tell you about that later), I became a convert and a Pegunkin.

Oh, how joyous for me to know that I was to go to the Second Kingdom
up in Heaven, when I die, carried up by the herd of lovable and cute
Hamsters.

Enclosed are a few really Hoogly and wonderful samples of Messy
Rosconian Litter.

Won't you take a moment to pray and ask the Lord Roscoe to come into
Your Life and be your Personal Saviour.

Sincerely Yours,

Mortimer Pippick