Before creation, while God was still thinking it all up. A discussion between God and an Angel;
God, “I have an idea, grass!” “What is it?” asked the angel. “Well, it's green and it grows close to the ground and will cover the earth.” “Oh great!” said the angel, “why are you making it?” “Because humans will have to mow it,” answered God. “But why mow it?” asked the puzzled angel. “Well,” said God, “when you mow it, it releases this wonderful fragrance that all humans will love.” “Great,” said the angel, “let's do it.” “Well there’s more!” said God. “Really? What?” said the angel? “Well, it will be food for all the animals.” “Thus covering all the earth; right?” said the angel slowly catching on. “Yes” responded God, “and the fact that it is better to walk on with bare feet and I have this other idea called children and they will want to be barefooted most of the time and I needed to take that into consideration, grass will be better than rock on their little feet.” “I guess!” said the puzzled angel, “Don’t know what you mean by children but if you say so I believe you. So grass, food children, great idea, grass. I like it! Let's move forward!!” “Well there’s more,” replied God smiling now. “Really!” said the angel. “Yes really,” said God, “ do you want to hear about it?” “Sure” exclaimed the angel, never knowing what was on God’s mind. “Well”, said God, “there’s this idea I have, Cow.” “COW!” said the angel, “What’s that?” Amused, God said, “It’s an animal, big, long tail, comes with horns, moos a lot…” “MOO’s a lot,” interrupted the angel, “What’s that?” “Never mind,” said God, “not really important to the story. But anyway, this cow will eat this grass and I’m going to give the cow the ability to turn the grass into milk!” “Milk!” said the angel once again interrupting God, “What’s that?” God smiled at the angel, one of His favorites, still young and impulsive. “Hard to explain,” said God, “but I’ll give you a foretaste of the glory divine. Here” said God, handing her a round object. “What’s that?” said the angel taking it from God. “It’s called an Oreo,” said God. “An Oreo!” exclaimed the angel. “Yes”-said God, handing the angel a cup. “What’s this?” asked the angel. “A glass of milk,” said God. “Oh milk, what cows make out of the grass!” said the angel. “Yes,” said God amusingly. “What do I do with these?” asked the angel looking at the cup and the Oreo. “Dip the Oreo in the milk,” said God. Dipping, the angel said, “Ok—now what.” “Eat it,” said God. Slowly the angel put it into her mouth and began to chew while a gleeful smile began to spread across her face. “Oh my goodness Praise God!!!—I mean, Praise You!” she exclaimed. “Exactly!” said God.
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