“Elmo! Give an accounting of yourself!”
God was standing waist-deep in the Red River on what used to be a county road.
“Ah … The serpent tempted me and I did–“
“That’s been done! And it doesn’t apply here.” God said.
“Well, in the Cities it’s partly sunny in the upper 50s. And tomorrow it’ll be the same …”
God scowled. “I’m going to the Pole for a week to see that ozone hole firsthand. I want all this cleaned up by the time I get back.” The Almighty waded away.
Elmo, accountable
Published April 21, 1997
