Short Stories

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And
the armies
of heaven,
arrayed in
fine linen,
white and pure,
followed Him
on
white horses.
[Revelation 19:14]
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(Archangel Michael
is obeying his Lord,
and taking a long
ride around the periphery
of the saints and their
horses, and the Angelic
Host. Everyone, on this
big day of the Day-of-The-Lord,
is following the Lord Jesus,
and marching into Battle...
and going in the opposite
direction.

Suddenly, the Archangel
hears a moanful whinny;
he knows that it
is not coming from
his own solemn and
stoic horse, Majestic.
The magnificently trained,
and bewinged, and
beautfiful,
battle-ready Majestic..
has NEVER whinnyed....
not once: EVER.
The powerful and obedient
beast is just like his master:
hugely handsome, larger-than-
Earth-muscular, intensely
passionate in serving his Lord,
and.....
he is certainly.....
NEVER....moanful.

Archangel Michael immediately reins
in his mightily powerful,
pure-white horse,
and stops.

What is WRONG? Has
one of the demons from
EARTH.....come up, to
ATTACK one of the saints'
HORSES? The Heavenly
Army has been slowly
descending into Earth's
atmosphere: coming closer,
and closer into the Satan's
powerful domain. Surely,
it is POSSIBLE.....that,
one of Satan's minions have
scampered up into the top
of Earth's atmosphere:
perhaps....and,
hiding behind a cloud:
watching for an opportune
moment to play a little havoc
with one of the smaller angels.....
or....saints.

It was for solely this
reason that Michael was
ordered to do a long walk-
about by the Lord:
making sure that none of the
angel-guards, their saintly-charges,
or their saintly beasts,
were in any discomfort, or need.

Michael turns Majestic
around, just a few feet:
readying himself for battle
with perhaps a demonic-scout
of the Devil's, who had been
ordererd by Satan...
the Prince of Light,
and once a fellow-angel
in the Kingdom of the Lord...
to crawl up into the top level
of Earth's atmosphere.

Michael put his hand on his
huge sword: his dark,
heavily lashed eyes flashing.

There, standing right
behind him......almost bumping
into Majestic's huge and
muscular flanks......
is a rather plump horsely beast,
staring woefully-eyed at
Majestic: whinnying pitifully,
and drooling. The
mostly-white beast, with a rather
large brown, heart-shaped spot
on her big white nose,
was obviously not trained
nor suited for demonic-battle:
it was wearing a straw-human-hat,
carrying one of the saints,
also very plump and wearing
a straw hat, and one of the
smaller angelic-host...
and lugging a rather strange-
looking cart.)
__________________
(Michael gives a stern, loud shout:
neither musical nor melodious....
and very heavily
accented.)
"WRFRUFU0VJWFMOIVJCVJ!"

(The befuddled saint,
on the plump horse's back,
just stares at the Big Angel:
mouth gaping open, and
eyes squinting.)
"WHAT'S HE SAYIN',
RAPHAELO? WHAT'S
HE SAYIN'?"

"HE'S TELLIN' US TO
GET BACK IN LINE!
TURN AROUND!"

(Julie, the befuddled
saint, continues to
gape open-mouth at the
huge, and unbelievably
gorgeous Archangel. She
takes a sniff; does she
smell a CAMPFIRE*....
SOMEWHERE? The smell
reminds her of Girl Scout
Camp, long ago back on
Earth. It was at Camp
Indian Run, Pennsylvania:
U.S.A. Suddenly, Julie
longs for a Girl Scout
chocolate-mint cookie.
She shouts, in frustration.)
"I CAN'T!
I CAN'T!
I TOLD YA I DON'T
KNOW NOTHIN' ABOUT
HORSES! AND, DAISY'S
JUST GOIN' WHEREVER
SHE WANTS! I THINK
SHE'S GOT A CRUSH ON
MICHAEL'S HORSE!
LOOK!
SHE'S DROOLING!"

(Michael gives another
stern shout. He points
toward the long line of
the other saints,
the other obedient Angelic-Host,
and their horses.)
"FLSEUR0DFK MVIYVU0R!"

"DOESN'T HE SPEAK
ENGLISH?"

"UH, UH!
MICHAEL DOESN'T KNOW
ANY HUMAN LANGUAGES,
JULIE! HE'S ALWAYS
FIGHTIN' UP IN THE
HEAVENLY REALMS!"

"WELL.....HECK! HE KNEW
THIS DAY WAS COMIN'!
HE KNEW HE WAS
COMIN' DOWN TO EARTH!
HE SHOULD'A TAKEN
SOME HSL COURSES!"

"WHAT'S THAT?"

"HUMAN-AS-A-SECOND-
LANGUAGE!"

"WELL.....MAYBE!
BUT, WE BETTER DO
AS HE SAYS!
MICHAEL'S
MY BOSS!"

"I THOUGHT.... THE LORD
WAS?"

"WELL, YEAH!
BUT, THE LORD'S PUT
ARCHANGEL MICHAEL PUT IN CHARGE 'A US!
US ANGELS!
I COULD GET DEMOTED!"

"HOW DEMOTED CAN
YA GET? YOU'RE RIDIN'
WITH ME, AND DAISY!"

(By now, a bunch of the
saints, on their horsely-beasts,
have stopped to turn around
and laugh: laughing,
and pointing....pointing,
and laughing.)

"WHAT'S HIS NAME?"

"WHO?"

"MICHAEL'S HORSE!
WHAT'S HIS NAME?"

"MAJESTIC!"

(The hugely handsome
Archangel gives another
stern shout. Lifting one
of his big muscular
arms, he points toward
the long line of saints. He
shouts again: this time
using more strange words
in an even louder, and
harsher though protective,
tone. His beautiful
dark eyes were flashing,
and his humongous
wings were standing on end:
tip-to-tip.)
"OIWEKXCJWRULKMMFL!
WELKKRANGKNFNGKAL!"

"WHAT'S HE SAYIN'
NOW, RAPHAELO?
WHAT'S HE SAYIN',
NOW?"

"EH.........."

(Michael gives another
sternly loud shout; his
heavy and strange accent
is even stronger, at this
moment...like anyone's
native accent, when they are
very angry, or suprised,
or being unusually emotional.)
"ESKFJAWEFASFASMLS!"

".....HE'S SAYIN.......
WE BETTER GET BACK
IN LINE.....JULIE!"

(Julie, suddenly realizing
that the campfire-in-the
pine-woods smell is emanating
from the Huge Archangel:
takes another whiff. Now
that the gorgeous angelic-brute
is being more emotional,
the smell is much stronger.
She sneezes,
before replying.)
"WELL.....DAISY'S NOT
BUDGIN'! SHE AIN'T
BUDGIN'! WHAT CAN
I DO? TELL MICHAEL
WHAT'S WRONG WITH
HER, RAPHAELO!"

(Julie's Guardian-Angel,
sitting and squirming
uncomfortably behind his
saintly-charge, calls out
something in Angel Language:
pointing down at their
rather plump, mostly-white,
whining, softly-snorting,
whinnying, and drooling
horse.)

(Michael....
totally ignoring the
quite-plump,
unfit-for-battle-horse,
who's staring unabashedly
at his own horse,
and pityfully whinnying......
and unashamedly drooling....
only shouts back at little
Raphaelo: sounding pretty
much like one of the
irritated supervisors, that
Julie had back down on earth,
during her woefully-lengthy-Earthly-stay.
The magnificent Archangel's
unbelievably beautifully dark,
heavily lashed eyes
were looking rather fearsome
and scary, at the moment.
Julie couldn't
imagine any demons in
their right mind... who
would wanna take THIS
GUY....ON.)

"BOY, I DON'T KNOW
ANY ANGEL-LANGUAGE!
BUT, HE'S SURE MAD....
ISN'T HE,
RAPHAELO?"

"WELL......NO.........
MICHAEL NEVER GETS
MAD AT US......!
JUST A LITTLE
PROTECTIVE......!
HE ONLY WANTS TO PROTECT
US! THERE COULD BE
DEMONS ABOUT:
COMIN' UP FROM EARTH'S ATMOSPHERE!
HE WANTS US IN LINE..
WITH THE OTHERS!"

"DID YA TELL HIM,
ABOUT DAISY? THAT,
SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIS HORSE, MAJESTIC?"

(Raphaelo calls out, again,
in a pleading, and subservient voice,
and pointing down at Plump-Daisy:
speaking in their strange-sounding angelic
tongue.)

(More Archangelic-shouting ensues:
very stern-sounding,
authoritative, and
a bit on the scary-side. Michael's
native tongue sounded to human-ears
like a mixture of Hebrew, French,
Aborigine, Scottish, and Vulcan.)
"IEOWEVJWOWILVIMSD!

"WHAT'D HE SAY?
WHAT'D HE SAY,
RAPHAELO?
TELL HIM TO SPEAK
ENGLISH!"

"HE'S TELLING US TO
GET BACK IN LINE!
HE CAN'T SPEAK ANY ENGLISH, JULIE!
HE'S NEVER BEEN TO
YOUR LAND-OF-THE-ALAMO,
BEFORE!"

"WHY DIDN'T HE TAKE
LESSONS? HECK, HE
KNEW HE WAS COMIN'
DOWN HERE, AT SOME
POINT! HE HAD 2 THOUSAND YEARS AT
LEAST, TO TAKE SOME
ENGLISH CLASSES!"

(More Archangelic-shouting:
clipped, and stern, and
accompanied by hugely-
lifted-wings, gorgeous
flashing dark eyes, and much
pointing.)
"OIERUVWE!"
"DFOIXWJF!"

(By now, other angels
have turned around;
they all understood
Michael, and wondered what
all the shouting was about.)

"CAN'T WE JUST RIDE..... RIGHT BEHIND
HIM? JUST SO DAISY CAN FOLLOW.........
MAJESTIC?
HE CAN PROTECT US!
WE WON'T BOTHER ANYBODY....
HONEST! HE WON'T EVEN
KNOW....WE'RE THERE!"

(Raphaelo calls out to
the seriously-solemn, and stern-faced,
incredibly handsome Archangel,
who is sitting high in Majestic's
gold and red velvet saddle,
and waiting patiently for the
plump human saint, sitting on
top of the even plumper,
behatted-horse, to take
the reins with authority and
guide her beast back into
the line of Saints and Angelic Host:
all in obedient line,
behind the Lord Jesus.)

(Michael, reining in both
his Majestic horse, and
his patience.....replies.)
"AMDLDKHASDVBIOIEW!"

(Julie leans over a little,
to whisper to her Guard-Angel
behind her in the tandem-saddle.)
"WHAT'D HE SAY,
RAPHAELO?"

"Uh......he says....we better
high-tail it back into Line....
he's gonna count to THREE...."

(Julie, reverting back to
her old cranky-self, perhaps
because she is closer to
Earth's strong and sinful
atmosphere......or, just
because you can take the
girl outta Earth, but ya can't
take Earth outta the girl......
yells at the little angel
sitting behind her.)
"HECK! HOW'S HE GONNA
DO THAT? WHAT'S HE
GONNA COUNT IN: ANGEL-
NUMBER-LANGUAGE?"

(All of the saints sitting
nearby on their horses,
understand the sarcastic
human-humor, and start
laughing. One saint,
in particular, who is munching
on another Entenmanns
breakfast cake, yells out.)
"HEY JUL! FORGET DAISY!
JUST ASK GORGEOUS-SAINT-MICHAEL
IF YA CAN RIDE BARE-BACKED....BEHIND
HIM! WHOA! WHOA!"

(The nearby Saints, mostly
friends of Daisy's awkwardly-plump-owner,
burst out laughing.)

[SUDDENLY: A BIG, BIG
RUMBLE FILLS THE SKY
RIGHT OVER SAINT-JULIE'S HEAD.]

(All the saints around her
stop laughing.)

(Everybody's silent: except
for Daisy's woeful-and-moanful-
whinnying.)

[ANOTHER RUMBLE:
THIS ONE SMALLER,
AND SOMEHOW MORE
GENTLE, AND LOW.]

(Both Daisy's big ears,
sticking up of her big straw-hat, perk up.)
(Daisy's whinnying stops.)

[RUMBLE.]

"EIWLSOINVIOWENO!"
(Immediately, the Archangel
looks up at the sky, and
responds. Then, without
missing a hoof-beat,
Majestic immediately lowers
his graceful, magnificent body
to the Gold Path: both
sets of muscular legs tucked
perfectly and neatly under
him. Immediately, his rider
dismounts and falls down,
face-down, onto the Golden
Path: his rainbow-colored wings
perfectly folded,
and his beautiful sparkly,
long tendrils of black curls
covering the Gold Ground
beneath his spectacular
angelic-body.)

"Uh, OH!"
(Julie cries out as Daisy,
wanting to copy whatever
her beloved Majestic is doing,
immediately plops down....
plump legs sprawling.....on the ground:
without any of the gracefulness
or magnificence, of her beloved.
The white wicker cart she is pulling,
falls over, sideways,
spilling over all of
its earthy-contents:
several light-blue coolers
full of sugary-sodas (which
the Lord had changed to
bottles of Eden-mineral-
water), zip-locs of Extra-Fluff-Oreo cookies,
pretzels, chips, and poptarts
{particularly the cinnamon-
frosted kind}, small cans of
tuna-salad-in-a-can-with-
crackers, boxes of
Little Debbie-Brownies {with Walnuts},
Peanut Butter Cups (both the regular size, and the mini-size), bottles of Vitamin-C-Pills,
Senior-One-A-Day-Vitamins,
Fish-Oil-Pills, Red-Yeast-Rice-Pills,
Horse-Linament-Pills,
five bags of Purina Horse-Chow
{In different flavors},
Extra-Large Zip-locs of Horse Oats
and Whey, Fresh Peaches
and Pears, Small cherry-plums
and sweet-Red-Luscious-apples,
six spare feed-bags,
three extra-thick horse blankets
{with battery-operated heat-
control (3 settings, and an
automatic-shut-off-valve)
rolls of Charmin-toilet-paper,
(extra rolls: just in case),
packages of Entenmanns'
sweet rolls and breakfast
breads, Philadelphia Tasty Kakes (fourteen boxes),
a small cooler just for Philadelphia Cream Cheese (sixteen cartons full), eight boxes of New York Brand Style Jewish Bagels (and Rye Bread),
four coolers of strawberry flavored sherbert (and three coolers of raspberry), extra bags of mini-pretzels, three boxes of bandaids (just in case), horse-hoof-linament (and horse bandaids, just in case), cd's {Neil Diamond's
Greatest Hits, John Denver's Greatest Hits,
the Beatles' First Album, and
the soundtrack from 'The
Sound of Music'}, dvd's
{three Goldie Hawn movies,
two Doris Day movies, 'The
Sound of Music', 'The Time
Machine', the TV series'
'Murder She Wrote', 'McGiver',
'Seinfeld', 'Mr. Ed',
'(the original) Charlies'
Angels', 'Touched by an
Angel', 'Star Trek: TNG',
'Star Trek: The Original',
and several books, including
all the 'Laura Ingalls Wilder' series,
'The Time Machine', 'The Kinsey Milhone Mysteries',
'The New Testament Audio',
'The Old Testament Audio',
'Left-Behind Series Audio',
several cd players (the old-fashioned kind with batteries),
one dvd player
(a Sylvania 19-inch), and.....
several board-games of
Scrabbble, Monopoly, 'Clue',
'Candy-Land', 'Ouiji-Board:
the Angelic-Funny-Version',
an extra-large roll of duck-tape#.....
and,
other various, sundry
articles.)

(Both human and angelic
riders are are unceremoniously
dumped on to the Gold Path.)
"HEY! OW!
OUCH!
DAISY!
WHAT'CHA DOIN'?"
HEY!"

"SHE'S GETTIN' IN THE
PRAYER POSITION, JUST
LIKE MAJESTIC,
JULIE!"

"BUT, DAISY DOESN'T
KNOW HOW TO PRAY!"

"NO!
THAT'S WHAT ARCHANGEL MICHAEL'S
DOIN'! SO, HIS HORSE
HAS GOTTA FOLLOW!"

"OH!
BUT, NOW WHAT?"

"LIE FACE DOWN, JULIE!
WE GOTTA LIE FACE
DOWN! US, TOO!"

"OH."
(Irritable mumble.)

"COME ON!
THE LORD'S WAITIN'!"

"BUT, I'VE NEVER BEEN
VERY GRACEFUL! NEVER!"

"WELL, YU'UR IN HEAVEN, NOW!
MAYBE, YOU'LL
BE BETTER AT IT!"

(A wryful snort: very
human, and full of humor.)
"I DOUBT it."

"WELL, COME ON!
GET DOWN!"

"OH.......ALL....RIGHT...."
(Julie, gathering up the
gauzy folds of her long,
off-white caftan
(extra-large, women's size),
and already being on the
Gold Path flat on her butt,
scoots around, and gets in
the position of doing a
7th grade push-up.)
"Is .....THIS ....OKAY?"

(A bunch of angelic-voices,
including Raphaelo's, shout:
neither melodiously, nor
musically.)
"PUT YUR' HEAD DOWN!"

(Irritable mumble, for
an answer.)
(One minute passes.)
(Another mumble: this
one muffled under a mass
of scruffy, rumpled, and
mousy-hair: neither in
beautiful tendrils, nor
shimmering sparkles: small,
unjeweled halo slightly askew.)
"IS THIS OKAY?"

(A CHORUS OF ANGELIC
VOICES: NEITHER MELODIOUS
NOR MUSICALLY ENDOWED.)
"YEAH! THAT'S OKAY!
JUST DO WHATEVER
ARCHANGEL MICHAEL
DOES!"

(Muffled, whiny human voice,
under a mass of messed-up hair
and slightly eskew, unjeweled halo.)
"I'M NOT GONNA HAVE
TO FIGHT ANY DRAGONS......AM I?
THAT'S NOT REALLY
MY FORTE!"

(Chorus of angelic-voices,
and nearby-saintly-voices:
chuckling.)

(A loud, muffled command
erupts from the Golden Path.)
"WEOFUAASOFHAFDISGD!"

"What'd he SAY?"

(ANGELIC CHORUS OF NEARBY VOICES.)
"MICHAEL SAID THAT YOU
GOTTA TAKE YOUR SHOES
OFF!"

(Muffled, irrtable voice.)
"WHY? DOES HE WANT EM?
I GOT BIG FEET....BUT,
I DON'T THINK THEY'D
FIT HIM! Why didn't
he take some old SANDALS...
WITH HIM....
before,
he left....HOME?"

(ANGELIC CHORUS.)
"IT'S HOLY GROUND!
YOU GOTTA TAKE OFF
YOUR SHOES!"

"BUT....IT'S ON THE
SAME GROUND, I WAS JUST ON!"

(MUFFLED, ARCHANGELIC SCARY
VOICE.)
"WLEAJAKGJAASGJSJASG!
"ELAERHRSWSWT!"

(Very irratable, impatient
human shout.)
"okay!
OKAY!
Don't get...HUFFY!"
(Muffled mumble.)
(Cuss.)
(Saint-Julie scrambles around
on the Hard, Golden Path:
muttering, and untying each
sneaker-lace. The laces are
bright pink with little brown
horses on them.)

[SILENCE: THE LORD, AND
ALL HIS ANGELIC HOST WAIT
PATIENTLY.]

(Saint-Julie cups her hands
and shout up to the Heavenly Sky.)
"OKAY!
THEY'RE...... OFF!"

[SILENCE: THE LORD PAUSES.]

[RUMBLE.]

[RUMBLE.]

[RUMBLE.]

(Archangel Michael is
nodding, face-down,
and whispering fiercely.)
"Yes......my LORD!
YES.
Yes......my LORD!"

(Loudly-whispered mumble from behind.)
"WHAT'S THE LORD
SAYIN'? WHAT'S HE
SAYIN'?"

(CHORUS OF ANGELIC
AND HUMAN VOICES.)
"SHHHHHHHH!"

[RUMBLE.]

[RUMBLE.]

[RUMBLE.]

(Archangel Michael's
beautifully adorned head,
and halo, nod intensely
and fiercely. He cries out:
a passionate sob touches
the edge of his heavily-
accented, deep voice.)
"YES, MY LORD!
YES!
YES!
YES!"

[PARTING RUMBLE.]

(Silence.)

(Silence.)

(Muffled human voice: very
Philadelphia-whiny, and
slightly irritable.)
"CAN ME AND DAISY GET UP........NOW?"

(Raphaelo answers.)
"NO!
WAIT!
WAIT TILL MICHAEL
GETS UP......FIRST!
THEN, HIS HORSE!"

(Muffled whine:
very irritable, and impatient.)
"I GOTTA WAIT FOR
MAJESTIC....TOO?"

(Angelic-chorus of voices.)
"YEAH! YEAH!
THAT'S THE
PROTOCOL!"

(Muffled human snort.)
(Irritable mumble.)

(Long moments pass;
a wave of the heady scent
of a campfire in the middle
of a summer's night, in the
middle of a pine forest up
in the mountains....fills
everybody's nostrils.)
The Archangel and his Majestic horse
are righted, again:
patiently waiting
for the little plump human,
her small, also very plump,
Guardian-In-Charge angel,
and their extremely plump,
love-struck-lady-horse to
get themselves back together,
and ready for the
Coming March-In, and
Big-Earth-Day-Battle.)

"OKAY, JULIE!
YOU CAN GET UP, NOW!"

(Muffled mumble, very
irritable, from the Gold
Pavement.)
"HELP!
I NEED HELP!
CAN SOMEBODY HELP
ME GET ........UP?
I HAVEN'T DONE A PUSH-UP,
SINCE SEVENTH
GRADE!"

(Archangel Michael gives
a small, inward sigh. He
nods curtly to several of
the Angelic-Host that are
in the middle of gathering
up all the paraphanelia,
from Daisy's wicker cart.
Everyone runs over to help
the miserable little plump
human get up from the Gold
Pavement, and back onto
her loudly-whinnying, fat,
brown-spotted, woe-be-gotten,
and love-smitten-horse.)

(The magnificent Archangel
sits patiently, in Majestic's
saddle. Michael gives
another short, deep sigh,
though his sculptured, and
dark, inscrutably lovely,
high-cheek-boned face remains
stoically motionless.
He has been ready for
Battling the Dragon for a long, long.......LONG..time.
The Archangel has never
comprehended his Lord's
Undying, Faithful Love for
these weak, little, self-
obssessed, stubborn, prideful,
and purposefully-sinful little creatures...
who seemed totally clueless
about what earthly horrors,
and indescribable hours and hours
of excruciating pain,
and humiliating shame,
their Lord had gone through:
letting His Precious Blood,
the Blood of the Creator
of the Universe,
drip
and drip,
and drip,
slowly,
on the rough wooden Cross,
in order that they might be
able to live with Him,
in His Kingdom, forever.....and,
ever,
and ever.

Michael sat perfectly still
in his horse's gold
and red velvet saddle:
remembering that Unspeakable Day,
of his Lord's Crucifixion...
while all the Angelic Host
watched in horror,
and helplessly: crying
out in disbelief, and horror.
Michael jaw muscles clenched:
on that Horrific Day,
that Day of Agony,
it had taken all of his
self-discipline,
and physical strength,
to keep from flying down to
sinful Earth...
Satan's powerful domain...
to rescue with a vengeance,
his Lord and Maker.
Michael's long dark,
thick, soft tendrils
of shimmering hair
flows behind his magnificent wings:
the gentle cool winds,
of the lower-levels of
Heaven's atmosphere, gently
bathing his dark skin, and
tightly-closed eyelids.
Patiently and stoically, he waited;
his beautiful, heavenly-soft
lips pressed against each other,
in a moment of a prayer of
repentence.

He only wanted to serve
his Lord: no matter what
the consequences....and,
no matter how little he
understood His Will, and
Love for all Mankind.)

(More long moments pass,
as all the close-by Angelic
Host are busy gathering up
the sundry articles in Daisy's cart,
and helping Daisy and
her two charges
get settled back onto her
big, off-white, plump rump.)

(More moments pass.
There's a lot of whiny
shouting, and woeful-whinnying,
and angelic-shouting.)
"OKAY, MICHAEL!
OKAY! WE'RE DONE!
WE'RE ALL DONE!
WE'RE READY, NOW!"

(Michael gives a curt nod:
his dark face statuesquely
inscrutable. He shouts,
sternly and authoritatively,
in Angel-Speak.)
"AIGHDLKSHAGLKSDJAL!"
(Angelic-pause.)
(More stern, and solemn
frowning. More shouting.)
"SLDKFFASKJKAERAWER!"

(Julie squints over at the
Huge Handsome Angel.
Then, she shouts loudly over
her plump shoulder to the
little squatty angel sitting
behind: her faux-wings blowing
a stray off-white feather
in her big mouth.)
"WHAT'S HE SAYIN'
NOW, RAPHAELO?"

"HE SAYS.........DAISY'S
GOTTA GET BACK IN LINE
WHERE SHE WAS, AND
FOLLOW RIGHT BEHIND
BIG-JOE, SAINT-LYNN'S
HORSE, JUST LIKE SHE WAS
DOIN'.......!"

"BUT, HOW AM I GONNA
GET HER TO DO THAT?
SHE WON'T LEAVE
MAJESTIC'S SIDE!
SHE'S SMITTEN!
AND, I'M NO GOOD WITH TELLIN'
ANIMALS WHAT TO DO!
YOU KNOW THAT!"

(Michael sighs deeply.......
and, closes his heavily-lashed eyes
for another moment:
in prayer.........for
patience, and for an answer
to the little human's question;
to his ears, the saints' language
sounds like a mixture of gurgling,
hiccuping, and loud whining -
only barely understandable, with
the Lord's help. The Archangel
sighed, once. more.
Where in Heaven and EARTH......
DID his LORD find all the kind PATIENCE
to DEAL with these pitiful,
unbelievably ANNOYING,
little creatures?)

[SOFT, PATIENT,
LOVING RUMBLE.]

(For a minute, Julie thought
she and Daisy were gonna
have to get down and start
doing push-ups, again. She
turned around and murmured
something, irritably, to Raphaelo.
Raphaelo just shook his head:
putting his plump finger to his little lips.)

[MORE RUMBLING: PATIENT AND SOFT:
FULL OF COMPASSION.]

(Michael, his beautiful
large eyes still closed:
nods and nods, as if he's
listening to some beautifully
rapturing*** music from far-off,
in the deepness of outter space.
As soon as the Rumbling Stops,
Michael's dark eyes open:
their lashes wet with tears.
He waits for a moment, to
clear his lovely throat,
before speaking loudly.)
"EANOASFNASDKGGKLN!"

"WHAT'D HE SAY,
RAPHAELO? CAN'T HE
LEARN TO SPEAK ENGLISH?"

"UH, UH! I TOLD YA!
HE'S NEVER BEEN TO
EARTH! ONLY TO THE
OUTTER MOST ATMOSPHERE....
TO FIGHT
SATAN AND HIS DEMONS!"

"YEAH!
YEAH!
I GET IT!
OKAY.......!
SO, WHAT DID HE SAY?"

"HE SAYS HE'S GONNA
SEND GUARDINO.....THE
LORD'S PERSONAL THRONE ROOM-DOOR GUARD,
AND GUARDINO'S
HORSE, ROCKY,
TO WALK RIGHT BEHIND DAISY....
FOR PROTECTION!"

"BUT, DAISY'S NOT IN
LOVE WITH ROCKY!
SHE'S IN LOVE WITH
MAJESTIC! MAJESTIC!"

"YEAH! THE LORD KNOWS!
BUT, HE SAYS THAT MAJESTIC
WOULDN'T WANT DAISY
TO BE UP FRONT, WHERE
THE BATTLE IS! WHERE
HE'S GOTTA BE! MICHAEL'S GONNA GIVE
DAISY ONE 'A MAJESTIC'S BRIDLE SASHES,
FOR A TOKEN
OF HIS LOVE!"

(Saint-Lynn, sitting on
Big-Joe, right behind her
friend Julie, mutters.)
"Oy VEY! I can't BELIEVE
THIS!"
(She laughs.)

(Long moments pass, as
Raphaelo, listening to
the Archangel's commands,
slips off the faux-leather
tandem-saddle on Daisy's
back, and walks bare-foot
over to Majestic's side.
Michael slowly lifts off one
of the beautiful, dark-red
velvet sashes from Majestic's bridle,
and hands it,
ceremoniously,
over to the little squatty angel.
Raphaelo nods, as if he
is accepting a gold medal
after a particularly hard
Olympics Game, and slowly
walks it over to where Daisy
is standing, and
sofly whinnying, pitifully.

Everybody watches, as
Raphaelo stretches his
little arms around Daisy's
big off-white, heart-shaped-
brown-spotted-head, to
put the heavy velvet sash
around her soft, broad neck.

Everybody claps, and cheers.

Daisy just continues staring
love-struck, at Majestic....
who, for the first time
in his whole eternally-equine-life,
gives a short, low whinny.

For the first time, in
all of Heaven's History,
the Lord's Mighty Archangel
..........smiles.)
___________________
The End?

*********************
Then,
I saw an angel
coming down
from Heaven.....
And,
he seized
the dragon,
that ancient serpent,
who is
the Devil and
Satan,
and bound
him
for a
thousand years.
[Revelation 20:1-2]


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* Read 'The Angel Who
Never Smiles'.
**Heaven has three layers;
the first is closest to Earth.
Since the Saints are coming
down to Earth on This Day,
they're headed toward
Heaven's Bottom Layer.
***No pun, intended.
#In the 80's show, 'McGiver',
the main hunky character, always had
a big roll of duck-tape on him;
he used it to fix space rockets,
tie-up the bad guys, and just
about everything else that he
needed to do in order to accomplish
all of his special assignments
for planet Earth.

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