It was a fairly normal day.
Lo, she is a terrible Goddess was meting out one of her more inventive punishments for what I considered to be, a minor infringement.



“There must be some humanitarian issues here” I managed to squeak.

“For humanitarian issues, you need a human present” she replied, “I am a Goddess and you are a ………..”. For once, words failed her.

“Oh”.

I’ve been sitting in the quiet corner now for several hours and I still can’t come up with a better riposte …….…. so she’s probably right ………. again.