the dilemma

the dilemma a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued about the price of aceite The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset and said what the devil are you doing? the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette made mystic circles in the dark finally, he stumped out the *** with his hoof, cleared his throat and said: My job is to collect the souls of those who have trespassed broken the law of nature, alas 20.000 thousand people of the wrong sort were killed by those whose souls I was to collect but could not it was pointed out to me they were God's chosen people Therefore, beholden to a promise I had made when God and I were carving up the world, I could do nothing Ok, I see, but what about the men in the Olivera? As I was walking past, they were talking about football! Would you believe it? I told them to, go hang themselves, and they did