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I was surfing blogs on one of those 'It's still CNY and I hate work' days (today is it!) when I came across this hilarious take on the Genesis tale.

On the sixth day morning, God was, unusually, very nervous. He was pretty confident on his sculpting skills, though he had only five days experience in the art. He had quite a few specimens in front of Him. From platypus to peacock. Giving Him self-doubt and confidence, and thus making him unusually nervous. God was a curious creature. Though he thought it would be too girlie for a God’s standards to create a mirror, He couldn’t help wondering how he looks. It was the prime motivation behind dirtying His hand on that fateful sixth day. He also had the hope of handing over the responsibilities of all the stupid things he had created. Just like any other father.

If I say He was shocked, I’d be underestimating the divine emotions. He just couldn’t believe His eyes. The truth that was grinning at him was too hard to ignore. If He had created a mirror, He would have broken it in a millisecond. It was real mirror-cracking material that stood before Him. He looked around for an assurance He was desperately seeking.

He saw the snake, and asked the snake.

“Do I really look like this ugly, dumb, Neanderthal?”

“Yes, Lord,” the snake replied without thinking about the consequences. (It was the first time the snake was asked a question, and it was completely clueless about diplomacy). God was in an incontrollable rage, and He stamped his foot on the snake’s head, flattening it. That was how the snake, and its predecessors were granted with the hood.

Obviously you have to visit Jubin George for the fun twist he composed last April. As for me, I'm inspired, and feeling rather mischievous. Perhaps it could be that Lent is starving me, and I'm tempted to play around with the stories in the bible, but for some reason I quite suspect that my pastor won't approve very much if I chose to bastardize the stories in the bible with my version of tale-telling.

And also, I haven't done this in years. But I'm tempted. Very tempted. I wonder what would Jesus think? How about popularizing the tales that the old Jews used to tell in their travels?

Again, I'm tempted. It could be Lent that's starving me, or actually, yeah, it's probably just the sinner in me.

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