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The Great God Om tried to stay in the shade of a melon vine. He was probably safe here, here inside these walls and with even any suggestion that anything had been heard.
Om lost his temper and turned Lu-Tze into a lowly worm in the deepest cesspit of hell, and then got even more angry when the old man went on peacefully shoveling.
"The devils of infinity fill your living bones with sulphur!" he screamed.
This did not make a great deal of difference.
"Deaf old bugger," muttered the Great God Om.
the prayer towers all around, but you couldn't be too careful. He'd been lucky once, but it was asking too much to expect to be lucky again.The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.He crawled forward purposefully towards the old man shoveling muck until, after much exertion, he judged himself to be within earshot.He spake thusly: "Hey, you!"There was no answer. There was not
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