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Mrs Cake!’
The doors exploded inwards. A dark wind drove into the room, blowing out the candles and scattering the cards like polka~~ of snow. The priests heard the chink of a very large diamond being lifted out of its socket.
THANK YOU.
After a while, when nothing else seemed to be happening. the priest who wasn’t High managed to find a tinder box and, after several false starts, got a candle alight.
The two priests looked up through the dancing shadows at the statue, where a hole now gaped that should have contained a very large diamond.
After a Death sped across the world, landing once again in the farmyard. The sun was on the horizon when he knocked on the kitchen door. Miss Flitworth opened it, wiping her hands on her apron. She grimaced short-sightedly at the visitor, and then took a step bacwhile, the High Priest sighed and said, ‘Well, look at it like this: apart from us, who’s going to know?’‘Yeah. Never thought of it like that. Hey, can I be High Priest tomorrow?’‘It’s not your turn until Thursday.’‘Oh. come on.’The High Priest shrugged, and removed his High Priesting hat. ‘It’s very depressing, this kind of thing,’ he said, glancing up at the ravaged statue. ‘Some people just don’t know how to behave in a house of religion.’k.

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