And Kenneth cast his eyes out his window and proclaimed, “Thy grass is long and thy yard is untidy. I shall walkith outside and fix this.”
And god said, “Praise be."
And Kenneth cut the tall blades of grass, raked the leaves and swept up the patio. He cleaned and arranged lawn furniture and organized thy extremely rusty, but still functional storage shed.
And god said “This pleases me my child.”
And Kenneth continued, stopping only to pet visiting cats and to enjoy a coffee & donut which his neighbours had brought forth as a token of appreciation for Kenneth having cut their grass as well.
He worked for what felt like 40 days and 40 nights, not wanting to stop until all was done to his desire.
And Kenneth completed his tasks and returnith indoors. Hungry from all he had done, he broke bread and drankith wine - in the form of a pair of pizza pockets and a glass of milk.
And Kenneth was happy about all he had accomplished and grateful for the food that had nourished him.
But alas, soon Kenneth began to feel sore. Pain ravished his shoulders, his back, his legs and his feet. He took his medications, yet thy pain continued.
And Kenneth cried out “Why has thou brought such pain upon me? Weren’t thou pleased with all I have achieved?”
And god replied, “That’ll teach thee to mock my words, you aging, little smart ass.”
And Kenneth lamented.
And god ....as usual.... had the last laugh.
