By Johannes Springenseiss
It was one of the medicine man’s sons—college-educated kid, very perceptive fellow— who pointed out that the Rain Dance tends to yield satisfactory results only during the rainy season. The more we listened to him, the more convinced we’d become that the whole ritual was only superstition and antiquated at that. It was high time to get modernized and go mainstream, in both culture and religion.
So we all got converted and immediately petitioned the new god for rain.
“Sorry, guys,” said the Almighty, “I farmed out that part of the job to the weatherman a long, long time ago.”
Sounds about right! A nice bit of humor.
Well done. Enjoyed the humor.