The Church of Saint Francis of Assisi in Ripa Grande, Rome, built some two centuries ago by the Fransiscans, in a plaza in the Trastaverde area of the Eternal City. Shortly after Lord Perpireen's generous donation:
Friar Marco bursts through the doors of the small church, huffing and puffing from running three blocks while clutching a heavy sack of gold and jewels under his black robe...
Italian: BROTHERS!! OH BROTHERS!! YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE ME, BUT WHAT I'M ABOUT TO TELL YOU IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!! I WAS--
Friar Luigi and several of the other friars, kneeling in prayer, glare at Friar Marco's un-monk-like volume and boisterous demeanor, reminding him to tone it down several decibles...
Friar Marco, softer: Sorry! Sorry, fellas--er, brothers... I'm just excited because--
The other friars place fingers to lips and make a downward patting motion with their other hands...
Friar Marco, whispering: Okay, okay, sorry... But wait til I tell ya! Look! He reveals the sack of treasure given to him by the little sprite... I was walking home from handing out alms in the market, and I stopped to give a poor, shoeless man in an alley my sandals... And a tiny angel of the Lord appeared to me, and asked why I have away my shoes... Actually, I cannot lie, my brothers... 'Twas no angel of Our Lord, but a fairy of the pagan past... When I told him that giving away my shoes was all I could do to help at the moment, he gave me this sack filled with treasure, so I could use it to help the poor of Rome!
The others smirk or roll their eyes until Friar Marco dumps a princely hoard of treasure onto the floor of the sanctuary! Then, the others leap up with looks of disbelief, before falling to their knees once more to shout: Hosannah to God in the highest! Praise the Lord! et cetera...