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Bob told everyone he followed the Bible as closely as the next guy. However, when he read something he didn’t like, on those rare occasions when he read the Bible at all, the muse guiding his philosophical wanderings soothed his mind with a strand of myth, mystery and misinterpretation.

Nonetheless God enjoyed listening to Bob, because when the muse ran Bob’s mouth God couldn’t stop laughing (I mean He could stop but – you know – why would He want to). When Bob died, God looked forward to meeting him so He could ask him some trick questions just to hear how his muse might respond.

Unfortunately, right at the last moment, just outside the Pearly Gates and in spite of all the warning signs, the muse guiding Bob’s philosophical wanderings led him to that omnivorous, omni-awesome black hole, so logically logical that even Lucifer could get used to living there. Then, as Bob gazed down, deep, and ever deeper into the bottomless pit, the mousetrap snapped taking Bob with it into that dark abyss where some say not even light can escape if there were any light down there to try.

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Denise offers the prompt word “strand” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Although less than ten years old the boys were old enough to read a children’s weekly their parents purchased for them. One of the stories reported that chickens evolved from dinosaurs (or perhaps it was the other way around).

Regardless, the boys decided they would find a dinosaur and become famous like the guy who wrote that story. One of the boys thought that a slight rise in the normally flat Indiana farm land was enough of a warrant to proclaim that ground as the perfect burial ground for a dinosaur, but their father told them they could not dig there while the corn was growing.

So they shifted their plans and began a dig behind the chicken house going about a foot down before reaching the water table and finding – ! ! ! – BONES! – though admittedly only chicken bones, but bones nonetheless worth showing to their mother. After giving her the bones they went back outside imagining now that they were Flash Gordons saving Dale Ardens from Ming the Merciless and their mother put the bones in the garbage.

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Denise offers the prompt word “warrant” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

This is a true story. I was the boy who wanted to dig up the corn field. My brother liked digging up stuff as well. Only many, many decades later did I realize that this chicken-dinosaur nonsense was indeed nonsense.

If you haven’t yet realized that it’s nonsense, but are still going on snipe hunts or are wondering how reindeer could possibly fly, have a look at Michael Earl Riemer’s Reindeer Don’t Fly: Exploring the Evidence-Lacking Realm of Evolutionary Philosophy.

If you don’t know who Flash, Dale, Ming, Princess Aura and Dr. Zarkov are, you are either missing out or you are very fortunate.

Matthew 18:2-6 KJV – 2 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,
3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5 And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
6 But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.

Unable to naturally get there from here, Brian began mythologizing. He wasn’t sure if he should make it new-age spooky or stick to his usual pseudo-science.

Trying to make a good impression he began at the beginning with In the beginning the universe popped itself out of nothing and after an eternity it randomly evolved into what we see today.

He realized that no one in his right mind would buy that, but just how many people actually were in their right minds today nobody knew.

Just in case there were still a few around, Brian continued with Then the witch told the wizard that if you keep stirring the pot eventually no one will be in his right mind.

None of this is supposed to make any sense, so don’t worry except for the fact that Brian has been stirring the pot ever since.

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Denise offers the prompt word “impression” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Psalm 14:3 KJV – They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no, not one.