They were so unfortunate that they had nothing to eat.

They would go around begging, somebody would give them a crust of stale bread and that would keep them for awhile.

And it came to pass that the wife begot a child--a child was born--it was necessary to christen it, but, being poor, they could not entertain the godparents and the guests, so nobody came to christen the child.

They tried this and they tried that--yet nobody came.

And they began to pray to the Lord, 'Oh Lord! Oh Lord!'" Foma knew this awful story about God's godchild.