VERSION|0.5.1|NAME|Matt Westwood|DATE|1358190284|CONTENT|There was a rural convent in Ireland whose horse died, leaving the nuns with no means of transport. So they decided, rather than get another horse, they&#039;d come into the modern world and replace their horse and cart with a minibus, which they duly did.

After some days of them driving around the countryside, they were much put out when their bus suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere, for no reason that they could discern. Fortunately there was a farm nearby, so the Mother Superior and two of the senior nuns approached the farmer and explained their predicament.

After having examined the motor, the farmer explained that they had run out of petrol. Petrol? asked the nuns. What&#039;s that? The farmer explained that it was the liquid that made the bus go. Where can we get some of that? asked the nuns. And the farmer further explained, and enlightened the nuns on the whole subject of refuelling motor vehicles.

But that won&#039;t do us any good, cried the nuns. There&#039;s no garage for miles around! Never mind, said the farmer, I have some in my tractor - I&#039;ll siphon some off for you and it should last you long enough to get somewhere you can refuel. And so he did - although the only receptacle he could find to put the petrol in was a china bedroom utensil that he retrieved from under the bed he shared with his missis.

As the nuns were decanting the liquid into the tank of their bus, a follower of Richard Dawkins drove past in his posh car and watched what was going on.

&quot;Ladies,&quot; he said to them, &quot;while I utterly reject your religion, I have every admiration for your faith.&quot;|EMAIL|prime.mover@proofwiki.org|IP-ADDRESS|2.120.186.60|MODERATIONFLAG|