Many thanks to Little Bro, Firestone and an evening on the terrace.
Brother God was in an artistic mood. So he took out his special blue chart paper and spread it out on his work-table. But inclination is not enough, inspiration is necessary too. Brother God put the end of his paint brush to his lips and paced up and down his room. "Green!" he thought," green went well blue!" But what to do with the green? Brother God ran his green smothered paint brush randomly up, down and around the paper, hoping to create something interesting.
A few minutes of this showed him that the effort was futile.
Inclination got consumed in impatience. Brother God crumpled the now blue-green paper into a tight ball and chucked it to the side.
But he didn't aim properly. When he glanced in the direction of his throw he realised he had flung it on his prized black and diamond curtain.While he was fuming over this mishap Sister God walked in. She was in a happy mood and was hoping that Brother God could be enticed into playing House. She tugged ineffectually at his shirt-tail only to be waved away impatiently. Tears threatened and Brother God recognised danger. Ah well, the curtain was a lost cause anyway, and we can always get another one. Might as well entertain Sister.
Quickly pinning an ingratiating smile on his face,he tugged gently on Sister God's pigtails. "I'm sorry sweeting, come lets do some art." Sister God cheered up quickly."What do we draw?" she asked.
"Oh we are doing craft-work today." and so saying he drew her attention to the blue-green ball on the black and diamond shawl." What can we add to the blue-green ball, love?"
"Emeralds!" chimed Sister God "And platinum on the top and bottom!"
Brother God followed her suggestions,sprinkling and pasting the gems and foil from his art box. A few minutes later the Blue Green Ball was bedecked with rubies, emeralds, platinum, sapphires... it glowed from within the dark diamond studded curtain.
"But it looks empty somehow..." mused Sister God, pouting in concentration. 'Oh I know!" she quickly pulled out a pilfered, grimy toothpick from her pocket and broke it in two and stuck a ruby on top of each one. " Look! Now there are gods there!" she laughed happily, sticking the broken toothpicks on the Blue Green Ball.
Brother God personally thought the Blue-Green Ball looked a lot better without the stick figures. But Sister God was ecstatic. She chattered gleefully about what the stick-gods would do on the Blue-Green Ball until she began to feel sleepy. It was time for her afternoon nap after all. Mid-sentence, she let out a huge yawn that stirred the stick figures to life.
"Oh look they're moving!" she mumbled, snuggling into Brother God's chest.
"Yes,yes they're moving... now let's get you to sleep." He said carrying her to her crib.
Later that day Mother God was cleaning up the messy playroom and came across the Blue-Green Ball on the Black curtain.
"Oh those children! They can never keep their stuff clean!" she huffed, pulling down the curtain. "Ah well... may be Brother was having one of his 'arty' moments again. Better ask him first before throwing it away."
So she took the curtain and spread it behind the light-board to keep it out of the way. There was so much to do! Father God wanted to call a meeting of the Gods, so everything had to be neat. And Brother and Sister had to be made clean- which was a task all by itself. Mother God bustled off meaning to ask about the curtain, and completely forgot about it in the rush. Brother God had gotten some new idea for a sculpture and the curtain with the Blue-Green Ball was lost in the mists of his memory. Sister God got a new doll. Father God didn't even know about the Blue-Green Ball with its moving stick figures.
And so the beautiful Blue-Green Ball lay on it's black,diamond studded curtain behind the light; the yawn-animated stick figures going about their stick-figure business. It lay there waiting to be rediscovered by the Gods that created it. Perhaps it's lying there still.
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