Ok you may have heard that Jack and Jill went up the hill, but hold the fort. First, they were trespassing, but that’s another story, absentminded doncha know. Too much manure in the air.
True Jill’s sister was leaning toward gender neutral, and what a mess that was………Jack’s brother was a local magistrate and said many times people act like animals, as he heard it all………Jill’s father owned a sheet metal factory (he made buckets), Jack’s mom stayed at home but worked like 30 men. Jack was a logger.
At the top of the hill he popped the question: Why don’t you believe in God? ‘Why Jack, because I am not a moron.’ To which Jack went on a rather lengthy discourse using common sense, reason, scripture, nature, arithmetic, but most of all, he pointed out to Jill that the whitetail deer pops out her babies like watermelons, while Jill’s mother had to birth and care for her like no other creature on earth lest she die.
Humans are made in the image of God, and the conscience agrees, said he to her.
Jill did not appreciate such daylight, and smacked Jack upside the head. And the rest of the story? Well, he came tumbling down that hill with a lump on his head and a dented pail. Truth has this effect. Jack knew she was just being a silly goose at the time, and forgave her for the aching noggin.
Years later however Jill came to her senses, apologized to Jack, and they lived happily……and you guessed it, Jill’s sister came to her senses too and found a nice fella to kick the bucket with. (And btw, the thing about Jill tumblin’ down the hill after Jack? Didn’t happen, make-believe!)