It was a hot day. The Universe knew that on such a hot day the
task would be arduous and thankless. It
cursed humanity for global warming under its breath as it took off its shirt
and turned on a fan in preparation for the strenuous exercise. The universe
looked around, found the shovel and made sure it had some cold water nearby for
later.
The first few shovel fulls were easy enough, but then the stench hit the Universe's nostrils. As it paused to contemplate the pile of
manure, The Universe was grateful for the fan because it seemed to dissipate
some of the stench that emanated from the disturbed pile.
The work progressed uneventfully,
but eventually The Universe's arms began to ache. It's foot slipped slightly on a fresh patch
of manure and as The Universe steadied itself, its aching arm faltered and its
wrist twisted awkwardly.
The Universe watched
as if the event transpired in slow motion.
The shovel slipped from its grip and the load it was carrying flew through
the air toward the fan. And then it
happened. Donald Trump became the GOP candidate for the
presidency of the United States of America.
