=Sunday in the Village=

A seagull, having stolen a consecrated wafer directly from the chalice of a nearby church, flew to the beach and dove beak-downward into the sea and never resurfaced. The officiating priest declared this to be a miracle, men reportedly grew breasts, and the tree in the courtyard exploded into a thousand apostolic flames. That night, woken by the sound of all the graves in the village cemetery opening, a little boy in pajamas walked sleepily into his parent’s bedroom and asked, “Mommy, why is the big angel in the backyard carrying the flag of Switzerland?” Poor kid. He didn’t see his father hiding behind the door with the wig in his hand, not even when it was too late.