THE MOLE AND THE FOX CONFRONT GOD

The mole was quizzing the fox who
wore a pair of slippers that outshone
the garlic of the moon. The mole
was curious to know what happens after
death. The fox was too busy bragging
about his rubies to take the mole seriously.
‘For moles are only moles and can have
none of the panache of gifted foxes,’
thought he. The fox had pearls stuck
to his ears and boy did he only look
festive in the mirror of the grass.
‘What happens after death when infinity
is no more, when eternity is a shut
door, when roasted onions cease to
caress the night, when boiled turnips
shed their flesh in fright?’ asked the
mole. ‘Before death comes vanity,’ bellowed
the Lord God of Abraham taking a mighty
swig from the Whiskey of the Sun. ‘Excuse
me,’ piped in the mole. ‘What happens after
death?’ GOD spat a mouthful of daisies
into the mouth of the mole who for
an instant saw a princess parading through
the sky with all the attire of Heaven’s
regalia. ‘Death to all who are not as
curious as moles basking in the glare of
an electric heater,’ sighed GOD before
turning the fox (for the benefit of
geriatric TV viewers) into a miracle
of ashen salt.