| "A hen lays an egg on a festival day following the Sabbath.
May one eat the egg? One should not profit by illegal work
done by the hen.
Again, suppose a cripple has a wooden leg. May he use this
device on the Sabbath?"
Cindy looked cross-eyed at the sacred text, "Well, that's silly. God doesn't
punish people for eating eggs or using a wooden leg." A great trumpet blew.
Cindy's room was filled with tiny Angels. "Who-who?" she ran for the door.
It would not open. "Do not be afraid. We are The Holy Innocence, come to give
you good news." the Angel announced and flew over to Cindy. Cindy tried to
swat the small intruder with her feather duster, but he fluttered his four wings flying
to and froe.
"Holy Innocence are we.
Put to the sword by
Martyred for the
We dwell forever
between Heaven and
Cindy's jaw dropped open, "I-um, sorry. Would you like some jelly beans?"
Her hand trembled as she pointed to her bunny' jellybean jar. The Angel landed
softly on Cindy's nose. "The tears of the Lord rain apon the unGodly. There
will be a great breaking of the land and many shall fall." The Angel shook his
finger at her. "Maybe... you should go see Obama. I'm just a girl."
Cindy spun about with a mighty whirlwind, "To thee, O God we will give praise
apon the harp and vanquish thy enemies!" the Angel declared. "My mom is
going to be very angry; Eeeek!" she slammed into the ceiling. Jellybeans bounced
off the walls as her glass bunny exploded. Cindy grabbed the ceiling fan and gasped
as the neighbor's house slipped into a hole. "This is not right! They were
NonDenominational!" she cried.
"But, you are a Jew. Chosen by God to be elect from all people." the Angel
carried Cindy back to her bed. "You are the chosen. You will have a daughter
and call her Leah. And she will save the nonbelievers." Cindy desperately tried
to kick off the Angels, but they swarmed over her. She could hear harps and
her mother pounding on her door, "Cindy! For Christ's sake open the door! The
whole neighborhood is sliding away!"
Cindy open the door. Her mother grabbed her arm and raced outside. Their
home, adorned with Christ-Mass lights, slid backwards into a mud slide.
"Mom, can I have some pickles?" Cindy queeried.
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