“Enos, you won’t believe what that crazy neighbor of ours is up to this time?”
“Which crazy neighbor? The one who thinks he should carve his initials into every rock in Mt. Ararat, or Noah, the guy with the boat the size of the Dead Sea in his yard?” Seth asked.
“Noah. The guy who takes every thou shall not seriously. He caught me with Jez and you’d think I was the first person in the neighborhood to, well, you know.”
Enos shook his head. “He called me out because he said I sold one of Kenan’s pigs. A pig, a dirty animal to begin with. I should have let him have it. I didn’t.”
“Because it was Kenan’s pig.
Enos grunted.
“When did you see Noah last?”
“A couple of mornings ago. Why?”
“Because now he’s gathering animals from all over the area. Or rather his boys are. Shem, Japheth, and Ham don’t have a minute to breathe. Ham got sprayed by a skunk. It’s a good thing daddy Noah didn’t hear what his son had to say about it.”
“Think the boys would take my mother-in-law?” Seth sighed.
“They are taking pairs. Of just animals. Noah says the people around here need a good wash out. Seriously, all kinds of animals, all sizes, and he’s putting them into the boat. Calling the boat an ark. Like that’s going to mean something big someday.”
“Taking any skunks?”
“Can’t tell you for certain. But the smell would be something gruesome anyway with that many critters of any kind inside. Besides, there’s something even more obvious here. Boats or arks or even nose hairs don’t float on sand.”
“Uh, Enos? Did you just hear thunder?” Seth jumped.
“Do you know how much rain we would need to flood an area this big?”
“Want to stop by my place for some wine?”
“Why not? Maybe I’ll offer some to Noah later, if the smell in the area doesn’t knock me out before I get that far.
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