Disclaimer: If I was Terry Pratchett, would I be posting this stuff on ? No, I would be publishing it in the real world. Which I should think is obvious, but I guess admins disagree.
Some Small Explanations: This originated when I was reading Men at Arms and Carrot is going on about honchette, honcharina, honchesa. Vimes says, "If the Creator had said 'Let there be Light!' in Ankh-Morpork, he wouldn't have got anywhere for all the people saying 'What color?'"
The bit about the conveyor belt is an inside joke. My friend and I were creating a religion, and the world we made was the one described. The paint splatters are what causes the sky to change colors, FYI, and the three-layer-cake is composed of Land, SeaWorld, and Death. I owe the turtle to the Disc, of course, but I left off the elephants.
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On the second day, God made the sun and the moon. And there were a sun and moon, and it was good.
The angel tapped God on the shoulder. "Does that include stars?"
"Yes," said God.
"Only we're not sure if we'll have room," said the angel.
God took deep breaths, in, out, in, out. "It's a never-ending universe."
"Well…" said the angel, looking nervous.
"It is never-ending. Isn't it?" said God, whose face and voice would have been full of thunder if thunder had been invented yet.
"Well, we needed to make room for the Four Trees," the angel said uncomfortably. "And the elephants. And the Tree of Worlds. And the turtle. And the conveyor belt."
"Conveyor belt?" asked God ominously.
The angel nodded quickly. "The world is a three-layer-cake on top of a turtle inside a paint-splattered cylinder on a conveyor belt above the Gigantic Lightbulb of Space, ding!"
God was silent. Loudly.
"You have to say the ding afterwards," said the angel, suddenly wishing he'd followed his childhood dream and become an insurance salesman instead.
God just stared.
"According to the Shashungese, anyway," said the angel, his voice trailing off to a squeak.
"Moon. Sun," said God quietly. "Stars."
The angel managed to squeak out something about custom constellations, only a small extra charge.
"No," said God, with the perfect calm of one who wishes they had invented thunderbolts already. "I don't think so."
And it was good.
Moon/Sun
Sky/Land
Trees
Fish/Birds/Squirrels
Humans
Rest