The
Prodigal Son in "F"
Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow
forced his fond father to fork over the farthings, and flew far to foreign
fields and frittered his fortune; feasting fabulously with faithless friends.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine, he found himself in a filthy
farmyard. Fairly famishing he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food
from fodder fragments.
"Phooey, my father's flunkies fare far
finer." The frazzled fugitive frankly faced facts, frustrated by failure
and filled with foreboding, fled forthwith to his family. Falling at his
father's feet, he forlornly fumbled, "Father, I've flunked. I've
fruitlessly forfeited family favor."
The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching,
frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a
feast.
The fugitive's faultfinding brother frowned on fickle
forgiveness of former folderol, but the faithful father figured: "Filial
fidelity is fine but the fugitive is found. What forbids fervent festivity? Let
flags be unfurled, let fanfares flare." So father's forgiveness formed the
foundation for the former fugitive's future fortitude.