NOAH: “But God! The ark is filled to capacity. I’ll have to cut off some arms and legs to make everything fit into a smaller vessel!”
GOD: “No problem! As long as they can still propagate the earth after the flood, a missing arm or leg is not big deal.”
NOAH: “But what about the dinosaurs? They just won’t fit into a redesigned ark!”
GOD: “Then throw ‘em overboard! I’ll come up with a story about how they went missing.”
NOAH: “Can I at least keep the ‘NO FISHING’ and ‘NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY’ signs?”
GOD: “I don’t think so. Nobody reads anymore anyway. Now get this boat down to a manageable size, cubit by cubit.”
NOAH: “OK, God. But can I ask you one question?”
GOD: “Sure.”
NOAH: “Why did you change your mind about the size of the ark after the flood? I mean, it’s really going to be a big job to make all those changes.”
GOD: “I know, but what else have to got to do? Oh, and get rid of some of those doves. I didn’t give ‘em wings so they could sit around and make noise.”
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