MVO: It was the other day, maybe it was the other century. One of my senior angels (a particularly beautiful one) sidled up to me.
‘It is your birthday my Lord, and I have a gift for you, something I made for you and you alone.’ I always found him a bit pompous.
Anyway, he gave me a set of small, orbs; little purple spheres, quite beautiful actually.
‘I see you’ve had your warts removed.’ I said to him. The others laughed. They always laugh at my jokes, bless them! He didn’t, he said I should just taste them.
‘With pleasure,’ I said, ‘I’ve always fancied a bite of your face.’ He stormed off in a huff – heaven save us from angels with no sense of humour.
But I did taste the orbs. Oh myself. Sweet, purple heaven. A taste that simply begged to be shared.
So, I replicated them and I stuck them on trees - well, vines actually - around my green earth. Possibly my greatest creation. Well, you know.
ANN: Saint Grape Juice. Juice the way God meant it to be.