Bright eyed and bushy tailed was how they described her
Until that one morning she cracked and decided to punish their sin of sloth
Now she took their breakfast, camouflaged it, then hid it, forcing them to work for it
Never again did they miss a sunrise in her house
You could say she was pretty hard boiled after all!
Can I have one of your buns?
Really? Are you trying to make me mad?
On the contrary. I am trying to take away your sin.
Sin? Why is me having these buns a sin?
So I believe the sin in question would be gluttony. Hand one over and be saved.
Always it was a new problem for Ingrid
God was crapping on her for some sin or not being pious enough
Nigel would just laugh at the whole thing
Only a zealot would be so focused on what a supreme being would do
So much was there for the individual to do about their lot in life
To think that a divine being would purposely make things harder…
It didn’t make sense to Nigel one bit
Could it be more doing and less praying might be a good business model?
Steve looked at the jacket in the window
Instinct told him not to buy it
No reason to even think about it
Furious with himself he walked away
Until he realized how much she would despise him for it
Laughing, he went into the store