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Oh no! It's God!
I overheard it all. It was to take place in front of the ham. I really couldn't believe my ears. I really couldn't believe what the eggs were willing to do for the sake of everyone's greed. Was I the only one satisfied with my spot in the door? Certainly the center of the fridge meant no more than even the crisper. What has gotten into my comrades?
"Cheese, you must fight with us. You and your brother slices, it is imperative!" the self-appointed general of this battle, the ranch dressing told me.
"I will not. It is in no way of any importance to me and I shall not fight. However, I cannot vouche for my brothers. They will fight if they please," I explained.
At that moment a bright light rushed into the fridge. I looked toward it, and I believe it must have been God. And most definitely not a pleased God. I was baffled by this divine intervention into our shook-up world. Surely this even could not be on a scale to provoke God into our realm.
"Run, run for your lives!" shouted the now fearful general. "We're all going to die, I just know it!"
"You must be calm sir, and stand still!" a bar of butter told him. Somehow it convinced the general, and he commanded the whole army to remain calm. Who would God choose for his taking?
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Article posted # November 17, 2005 at 09:04 AM:
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