The 722 BC Annual Prophets' Conference

Chapter 3: A Big Joke

"What in Zion's hill? This isn't even historical. It's a big joke!" Jim yelled.

George sat guffawing on the other side of the potsherd, "It's hilarious. These guys were the first comedians. The Abbott and Costello of the Old Testament."

"I wish we had found the missing link between a peanut and a walrus after all!" Jim cried, exasperatedly.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Calm down. Keep reading. We haven't gotten all the way through it yet."

Jim scowled at George, "We're not even to the first intermission yet!"

"Oh, I thought you were way down here," He pointed to a line in the middle of the potsherd of significant size.

"No, that's Obadiah's explanation of why his book is only twenty-one verses long, which makes no sense at all."

"By golly, gosh, goodness Jim, keep on reading. It's putting me in stitches. I'm going to bleed out from laughing by the time this is over."

"Whatever, but you'll regret sitting here for ages as I stumble through this nonsense."

George laughed, "No I won't."