God

The tribesman described his mysterious God; a pious fear oozing from his veins, eyes burning with intense, religious fervor. His God came down from the unknown skies; red, lustrous body glittering in the brilliant sun, enormous nostrils breathing out waves of hot air, dazzling verses written on his majestic forehead, gleaming weapons engulfed in a halo of luminescence, an aura of supreme power inclosing his bloated body. A sudden curiosity gripped my mind; thirst for adventure tickled my senses, I accompanied the tribesman to see his God. A big thatched hut came before my eyes; Its doorway guarded by grotesque sculptures, fear struck people standing in respectful silence, wizened priests muttering mysterious chants; I entered the temple and saw the God; It was a red German weather balloon.