The dark smoke was curling out of the crematorium

The dark smoke was curling out of the crematorium tower again. That made four times this week. I pulled the blinds closed and put a kettle on to boil. My daughter's cough was worse

and the damn Council of Goofy hated bishops had not picked a Pope yet. When would that blessed, sweet white smoke start chuffing out the smoke stack?

#6. Bishop #2 said, "no girls are around when we're picking a Pope...say, who ARE you, anyway?" They were now suspicious of Bishop #6 who had a gold grille and a backward mitre

. Bishop #13, with a triumphant grin, ripped the backwards mitre off Bishop #6. An avalanche of day old chicks fell out of it. They were too busy fighting to notice that the smoke

from hell was corrupting the churches sanctity. Immediately the bishops realized the church was being over ruled by satan. They replied "These women are gross, we wouldn't touch!"

The women were dressed normally and did the usual rituals of standing up for the priest. But today, the priest was a grey wolf wearing a fedora hat and green suit jacket to match.

These attending women were not surprised that the priest was a stylishly dressed grey wolf. When I had time, I had to find out the why of that, but right now I had to change my pl

um colored bow tie. You don't want to dress nerdier than the attending cleric. I grabbed at the nearest item to wrap around my neck & produced a boa. I was good until it slithered

"Sssay,sshhouln't you be wearing a fig leaf or ssomething?" Everyone noticed my nudity & stared.The bride sobbed.Then I woke from a nightmare & put my snake back in its terrarium.