god shuffled his feet

After seven days, he was quite tired, so God said:
"Let there be a day just for picnics, with wine and bread."

He gathered up some people he had made, created blankets and laid back in the shade.
The people sipped their wine and, with God there, they asked him questions, like:
Do you have to eat?
or get your hair cut in heaven?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them; the people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

So he said: "Once there was a boy who woke up with blue hair. To him it was a joy, until he ran out into the warm air. He thought of how his friends would come to see; and would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?"

The people sat waiting, but God said nothing. So someone asked him: "I beg your pardon: I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke. Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him.

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Juro que quando ouço e leio algo assim, bate uma felicidade e uma comoção tão grande, que começo a duvidar de muitas coisas. Gostei da historinha, mas também não entendi a parábola/piada. Deus, respondeaê? Fica aqui o arquivo pra quem quiser ouvir. A voz é facilmente reconhecida, é de uma one-hit-band totalmente esquecida. Esses dias, andando cedo na rua, tinha uma mulher, e ela já era meio velha, com uma blusa bonita, preta, escrito em letras não muito grandes: Crash Test Dummies. Achei curioso.