Okay, to be honest it was a bit of a muck up. Ernie, one of the church shop volunteers, had seen them in a second hand shop for just $20 each and had decided to spend $60 on the three calves as a gift to his church. Ernie was that sort of guy.
Ernie was at church super early and had the idea that the three calves would not be for sale but would give the entrance to the shop a special character. Ernie had always had an eye for art.
Ernie's idea had worked. Several of the congregation had admired them as they entered the church. One old lady even suggested that they'd look nice on, or near to the altar. Ernie decided to move one of the calves near to the tabernacle. That left two to welcome customers to the church shop, one on each side of the counter.
Father Slurp was also early. He liked to be early, before saying mass, just to make sure that everything was in order. He liked to taste the wine, just to be on the safe side. He'd once read somewhere of a red wine in a restaurant being chilled. "You can't be too careful." he thought, as he poured himself a rather generous glass.
Then he noticed the little golden animal that had been placed about twenty centimetres from the tabernacle. It was about the size of a pony that Barbie might ride.
Father Slurp was enjoying his pre-mass wine and he wondered where he had heard of an animal like that before. He remembered that he'd read about it in a book somewhere.
Anyway, right now Father Slurp's mind was on today's sermon. Today he would talk about the Ten Commandments. He would emphasize each commandment and what it meant but he would also emphasize that God is not subject to our moral code. He poured an extra little bit of wine. He couldn't be sure, but the wine tasted a little cold. No, it was okay. "Good to have checked though." he thought. Then he wondered about what God's own moral code might be or if he'd even need one. Not having one would give God a lot more freedom.
God looked down, from high above, and mouthed, "You shall have no other gods before Me." He whispered a prayer in Father Slurp's ear about how many parishioners must die.
Father Slurp thought he heard something but blamed it on the wine.
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That's more bull than usual.
Remember that those little calves cost $20 each at a second hand shop. Take off the shop owner's cut and each calf is probably worth around $10. Even if old Father Pull sold all three, $30 to $40 is not going to get much earthquake strengthening. Watch out parishioners who admired the calves. Looks like God has a plan for you! Well, for your removal.
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