There is a story about a little boy who was praying: "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep." Then there was a long pause. He couldn't remember what came next. His mother sought to prompt him from the doorway. "If," she said quietly. The little boy prayed, "If...if..." Then he brightened up and said triumphantly, "If he hollars let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!"