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OK.  Some people may not be familiar with my first attempt at writing a story based on a song.  My first attempt, Fool in the Rain - A Led Zeppelin Cover Story, was generally percieved as OK. But based on some comments I recieved, I am taking another stab at this idea.  Please feel free to critique the idea, concept, poor choice music.  Whatever.

He looked around at all his work and wearily thought to himself, “I need a break”.  It had been 7 days. 7 long days, during which he had been constantly working.  Molding. Building. Brainstorming his next great idea. And now, all that work was catching up to him. And, since he was in charge, he declared a day off.  Some days he was really glad to be who he was and not someone else.

Now, one might ask, what did he do on his day off?  Well, not much.  You see, he wasn’t finished with his work, so he basically spent the day sitting around thinking about all the crap he had left to do.  Which sucked.  And, even though he was still tired, instead of taking another day off, he decided to get back to work.

Six days later he was beat.  But, he’d had an idea.  Knowing how lame his first attempt at a day off had gone, and, being of the supremely intellectual type, he had allowed himself some time to prepare things for his next day off. So, with a blanket tossed over his massive shoulder, a basket containing: some wine, a truly marvelous idea if he’d say so himself, some food stuffs, and a few other items he’d put together, he set out for his day off. 

When he got to the little garden he’d thrown together for this day, he stopped and looked around for a good spot to sit.  A short distance away was a large, flowering, apple tree that cast a bit of shade on a nice patch of grass. Strolling over, he spread out the blanket and began to upack the basket.

First he pulled out the wine and food.  For a picnic to go well, you need a good spread, he’d decided.  There were all types of meats and vegetables.  He’d spent a lot of time preparing those.  Especially trying to get the color right.  Vegetables were a tricky thing.  And, he’d found, the colors proved to be a useful tool in figureing out their ripeness.  Not surprisingly, these vegetables were all the perfect color.

After he’d laid out the foods, and the wine, he pulled a couple of people he’d made out of the basket and gave them life.  After all, he was god wasn’t he.  What was the use of being god if you couldn’t make a few people.

He gathered up the people, gave them Blankets and they laid back in the shade.  At first, they sat quietly sipping their wine.  For it was good wine.  What else would god serve.  But as they became a bit more lubricated they thought, Hey, we got god here, we should probably ask a few questions before he takes off. Right? Just the simple stuff.  Like: do you have to eat Or get your hair cut in heaven? What about if your eye got poked out, Would it be waiting for you when you die?

Well, god wasn’t exactly prepared for this type of inquisition.  Who is ever really prepared for an inquisition. He just stood there for a bit.  Shuffling his feet from side to side.  Glancing around at the people. 

Damn.  I’ve created a bunch of dumbasses, he though.

The people cleared their throats and stared at him.  Waiting for an answer. 

So he said: “Once, there was a boy, Who woke up one morning with blue hair. To him it was great.  It was really cool. But then, he began to worry.  He thought of how his friends would see him.  Would they laugh at him.  Would they think he was sick? Or weird?”

And then he folded his arms across his chest and smiled.

But the people just stared at him.

He just stood there for a bit.  Shuffling his feet around nervously.  looking around at the people. 

The people sat in the garden, waiting, as the sun began to drift down. But God didn’t have anything else to add.

Eventually, someone asked him, “I beg your pardon: I’m not exactly clear about what you just said - Was that a parable, or maybe a kind of subtle joke?”

But god just shuffled his feet from side to side.  Glancing around at the people. Thinking “Damn.  I really did create a bunch of dumbasses.”