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Day Twenty: The God of a missing elephant would like to eat an Indian head.

Meredith approached me last night and asked if I could help her write a letter to God.
We sat down at the computer and I typed as she dictated.

Dear God,

I would like to go fishing with you sooner or later. And then I would like to eat pudding in a boat in the sea.

And then I would like to eat in the head of a little Indian scout.

And then I would like to go and say that you are missing another God.

God is really special because He likes me and the Indians.

God would like to give me a little Indian scout to eat. I'll put it in the tooth in my head.

And then God will help me color or paint or eat God's hat. Just kidding!

God is very special. He's also very cute.

The God of a missing elephant would like to eat an Indian head.

I love God because He's a he.

I would like to have the head of a missing elephant.

And then I would like to buckle his hat and be very nice.

I would like to go on a boat, and then the boat would sink under the sea, and we would start to float.

I would use pencils or a pen to draw God. And then I would give God a black pen to paint his face.

And then I would be very nice and unbuckle his hat and go all the way to the top with the buckle.

KUTI,
Meredith


Obviously, my favorite part is the line about having the head of a missing elephant.
Because it reminds me of Mimi Smartypants and her quest to find a severed head.

Please remember: After God paints his face with a pen, the nice thing to do is unbuckle his hat and carry the buckle all the way up to Heaven.
If everything goes as planned, there you will find the head of a missing elephant.
And nearby, that elephant's God will be eating the head of an Indian.
And that will be The Final Thanksgiving.

Posted by: fluidpudding on 11/20/2007 8:44:50 AM , 19 comments
Submitted by Jaynee at 11/20/2007 9:20:37 AM
    MC's letters sound like CootieGirl's prayers at dinnertime - we often get random thoughts during dinnertime prayers that cause Denis and me to break into laughter as soon as we all say "Amen".
Submitted by Rachel at 11/20/2007 9:25:53 AM
    That is the most awesome letter ever.
Submitted by Kizz at 11/20/2007 9:28:07 AM
    That letter is odd, in the most perfect way. God will love it.
Submitted by Jeezalou at 11/20/2007 9:28:31 AM
    I want to be friends with Meredith.
Submitted by Jenn at 11/20/2007 10:00:23 AM
    I want a playdate with Meredith too. We could look for that missing elephant with our indian scout and then eat his head. And then we could put the head of the missing elephant on the scout's body and call it Ganesh. And then we could play with (a) god. :)
Submitted by Erin at 11/20/2007 10:27:19 AM
    I think you ended up with the very best kids.
Submitted by Heidi at 11/20/2007 11:20:49 AM
    She wants to eat pudding with God! Yup, you must be related.
Submitted by amy at 11/20/2007 11:52:52 AM
    This is why I had kids- This is awesome and amazing and the most fun you can have sober.
    I think she is very cool child!
Submitted by witchypoo at 11/20/2007 12:09:16 PM
    That was an awesome letter! I can't wait to see what she wants to do with Santa. Hope it involves pudding as well.
Submitted by Dooley at 11/20/2007 12:13:41 PM
    Wow. Flashback to Dante's Inferno ... well, a flashback of what I came away understanding of Dante's Inferno.
Submitted by Mutha at 11/20/2007 3:33:30 PM
    I think that's all the proof I need that Jim Morrison has been reincarnated.

Submitted by FP at 11/20/2007 3:38:54 PM
    Mutha--A friend of mine wrote my initials on J.M.'s grave back in 1989. If he HAS been reincarnated, I really hope he's not trying to get revenge on the graffiti punks. (I'd hate to feel like I owe Morrison a nice pancake dinner or something.)
Submitted by Amy in KC at 11/20/2007 4:05:04 PM
    I often wondered what purpose was served by the buckles on pilgrim hats. Thank you, Meredith!
Submitted by jana at 11/20/2007 4:11:30 PM
    Uh, slap your name on this and send it to some fancy literary rag. FOUND POEM!
Submitted by Joy at 11/20/2007 7:45:22 PM
    This sounds like a clue in one of those Myst style computer games...

Submitted by Mizmell at 11/21/2007 6:25:42 AM
    Can't wait to see her letter to Santa!
Submitted by karin at 11/21/2007 8:07:43 AM
    Hi,
    that is some poem. Wow!
    I just wanted to say hi and thank you for stopping by and taking a look at my Solstice Socks!
    All the Best, and Happy Thanksgiving!
Submitted by Sara at 11/21/2007 10:26:48 AM
    Does she know about Ganesh? You know, the Indian god (wrong kind of Indian; I know) whose father accidentally chopped of his head but then gave him an elephant head as a replacement? He's my favorite Hindu deity because he is, among other things, the god of solutions to problems.

    Okay, maybe Meredith is too young for all that. Never mind.
Submitted by Sara at 11/21/2007 10:27:40 AM
    Er, that's "chopped off his head."
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