There were so many violent rumblings in the earth, so many prophecies, so many voices shouting exultantly in the sky, that we were sure the great and awesome god had finally come at last.
And so it had, but instead of a towering figure gazing down at us, the god was so tiny – just a few inches tall – that we laughed at it with relief.
That was the last time anyone laughed. <END>
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