Parables of the Bible: Creation
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: God owns everything. I'm just borrowing Him without permission. And He knows that already.
Scorch Marks
"You won't be able to get rid of the scorch marks, Sir."
The Great Uncle stared with wide-open eyes at this remark. "Scorch marks?"
"Yes, Sir, the ones on the floor over there. He turned himself into a dragon, Sir," the archangel replied.
"Exactly how did they get on the floor?" the Son queried.
"I challenged him to a marshmallow toasting contest," came the nonchalant reply.
"I don't want to know," the Great King said, knowing this was going a looong day.
The Archangel Michael shrugged. "I burnt mine to a crisp anyway. There should be a warning label against using flaming swords to roast marshmallows."
"And you didn't think to consider what a fire-breathing dragon could do to crystal clear golden pavement?" the Great Uncle asked.
"Well, I did lasso him to a shooting star, if that helps, Sir."
The Great King hid His face in His Hands. "Why, Me?"
The Son leaned against the wall and folded His arms. "Here We go."
"I'll get the Magic Eraser."
(Meanwhile)
"Yo, check out these digs," Belial said, his brown eyes scanning the environments.
"Lucy, we're home!" he sang out. "Lucy? What are you laughing at?"
"That idiot will never be able to remove the marshmallow glued to his sword," Lucy answered, with a loopy grin on his face.