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What was Gawd thinking?
 
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The Book of Whispers
Written by The Cranitator   
Monday, 17 December 2007

And for a while, there were hushed conversations in the Garden of Eatin.   Adom continued on his quest to multiply.  He decided to approach Even’s two new voluptuous sisters.  Meanwhile, Even and Beelzebubble were behind the Tree of Sparkly discussing future plans.  At the time, no one noticed, but had they been listening carefully, they would have heard Gawd far off in the nonesome distance angrily murmuring something about leaving all of it and joining the circus.

The Tree, in the meantime, said nothing.

Meanderings of Multiplication
And thus did Adom wipe the drool off his chin.  Said Adom to the two new females, “You two are new.  You need names.”  The females replied, “But Gawd has already given us names.  I am..”  Adom, appearantly not listening, interrupted and announced to the two new sisters, “You shall be named Candy , and you shall be named Cane.”   Candy/Cane pondered the new names.  Being new to the area, they figured having multiple names must be normal for this region.   They looked to each other and shrugged an unconcerned acceptance of the new names. 

Said Adom, “Our Gawd, who hath created us, has given command to me to go forth and multiply.  Thus far, I have not been successful.  Will you please help me in my quest?”

Said Candy, “I dunno. You’re kind of goofy looking.  Plus those lime-green hot pants make you look like a squooshed insect.  I think I’m going to stick to my plan to become a world leading proctologist. But you can talk to my sister.”

Meanwhile
Said Even unto Beelzebubble, “I do not like they way this is playing out.  We need to change this.” 

Said Beelzebubble, “How may I do your bidding?”

Said Even, “Will you please get your hand off my thigh?  ---  Thank You.  Well first, I thought we would take your serpent, and..”
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And thus did everyone wander off, deep in their respective discussions.

And, left behind, the Tree of Sparkly was, at last, free to let out an indulgent laugh. . (click here)