My sister Linda and I have been having a bit of a dispute about evolution. I was typing out a response to her, trying to calm troubled waters, when a Norse god suddenly appeared before me in my kitchen.
The god had his hammer in his hand. A big hammer. I was just amazed.
“So what are you doing here?”, I asked.
“Just thought I would stop by for a visit. Eos told me you about you.”
“So what, do all of you gods just hang out together, all of you from different cultures?”
The god smiled at me.
“Yeah, there’s this little pub where we congregate. We chat and compare notes.”
“Well, that’s certainly cool to hear about! Is it okay if I write about this? Will I be accursed?”
“No, it would be fine if you post about this! Nobody believes your stories!