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   We raced through the reeds ducking and dodging the butt ugly beast until we stumbled upon a riverbank. I pushed the reeds aside and found a very large, very ugly baby floating in a basket. “My God! What the hell is this freak doing here?”, I asked out loud. Cracked yellow teeth jutted out of its mouth. It swayed and bounced as the current rocked and bobbed it against the shore. It looked back at me with hungry eyes. A sneer crossed its face. It let loose the low growl of an angry cat. “I think you are somewhere where you do not belong.”

   “It speaks!”, I blurted. “Is this how religion is going to elbow its way into this hallucination?”
   The dogs stared at it in astonishment. “Doesn’t religion elbow its way into everything?”, muttered one.
   The baby’s voice was deep and menacing. “Three heretics standing before me without the good sense to bow down before a Prophet. Three savages who will never see the light of God and are about to be sent back to hell from whence they came. You look tasty. Have you any last words”?
   With an angry fifty-ton lion on our tails, I had to do something quick before we were all stomped into the mud. Then it came to me. There was only one thing to do.