By Geraint Jonathan
Get that horse out of this room. These were the kind of words you might hear at Noah’s of an evening. Noah did not run a tight ship. What roamed roamed of its own accord, be it lion, iguana, hedgehog, or chimp. Noah had nothing to say to them. He’d even less to say to his sons, each of whom was tasked with founding new peoples. Noah knew his sons. How they’d go a-founding left little to the imagination. Two baboons were showing their arses. What was needed was a drink—stiff, nothing ambrosial, just halfway drinkable—and plenty of it.
Humorous take on Noah’s Ark. Made me smile. Thanks
Wasteful!