V is for Vendanta (St. Petersburg, Fla.)

From Swami Ishtandanda --

A pilgrim wanders from the Himalayas to the southern tip of India. Exhausted, the pilgrim prays to God ... or Gods ... whatever.

"Please, water." A cool glass of water appears.

"Oh, this floor is too hard," the pilgrim cries, "if I only had a mattress." A bed and mattress materialize.

"My body aches," the pilgrim cries next. "What I would not give for a massage." This time a Goddess. Let's say she's beautiful, draped with golden trinkets, smelling of sandalwood. She massages the pilgrim from scalp to little toe.

Thirst slaked, sated and relaxed, the Pilgrim falls asleep. Then a bengal tiger pounces through the window, devours the sleeping pilgrim.

The moral: think about what you pray for.