A nasty cold. Back then there were no doctors. Hippocrates had not

been born yet. And God was all alone at his own mercy. It was a nasty

cold. Kept him in his large hamaca for one million years. The angels

attending him were nervous thinking he could die. Kept giving him

lots of ambrosia. Washed his feet…hair…gave him long massages…

singing to him…he had lost his appetite. He got a fever. A nasty fever.

All the angels thought he had contracted the COVID thing…

Oh, sweet heavens…! Everybody was nervous. What we would do if the

old man died…where we would put his ultra heavy body. The man

weighed a ton. Every one was frantic and hysterical, actually.

The angels one day heard that a river in a place called México, had

curative properties for each and every disease. They sent Gabriel to

fetch a bucket of that water. And it worked! God got well and whole in

five minutes…! Everyone was happy beyond description. God had been

saved thanks to that magic water from Méxito.

EO