There is no electricity in Gatin. The sky was grey this afternoon, so many old candles were burning as I stood there at my podium with a pen in hand, my head absent of my hat and my eyes scanning the bible before me. I was changing things, you see, in the scripture that was not at all right. I had to fix it, lest He starves our fields of green corn. If I don't take action to please my god, then we don't eat.
You see, before I came and cleansed Gatlin of the adults, the corn was dead, all dead and had no hope of coming back to life. And do you know why that is? It's because He Who Walks Behind the Rows was not at all pleased. I had please Him now, though, and we ate like kings. All that was required was a teensy bit of sacrifice. Was that too hard to ask?
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