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Chronicles of the
Children of Destiny

“Metatron and Logos – War of the Worlds”

by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com
© 2010

Metatron was out in the fields, gazing at the neverending aurora,
feeding the chickens.  And looking at the chickens an idea suddenly
came to him.  A most amusing idea.  ‘Let’s have a war.  The war to end
all wars,’ he thought to himself.  ‘The War of the Worlds.’

Logos was out the back, shovelling hay in the barn, just for the heck
of it, and looked at the cows.  And looking at the cows an idea
suddenly came to him.  A most amusing idea.  ‘Let’s have a war.  The
war to end all wars,’ he thought to himself.  ‘The War of the Worlds.’

Inside Memra was suddenly overcome.  ‘Good grief,’ she said to
herself, suddenly gaining a portent for what was coming.  ‘Home will
never be the same again.’  And looking over at God who was sipping on
a can of Coke, he just smiled a little smile and said nothing.

*   *   *

He had spent all afternoon in his workshop, going down three sublevels
to find the necessary resources, which just seemed to magically
appear.  But that was the way it was at home.  Things tended to
magically appear.  Now, driving his little lorry out of the workshop,
towing 25 tips full of weapons, he made his way to the chickens out
the front of home.  Getting off the lorry he whistled sharply and
yelled.  ‘Alright chickens.  Attention.  Come forward, two by two, and
receive your weapons.’  And, in obedience, the chickens gradually came
forwards and Metatron started handing out the mini bazookas to each of
the chickens.  They would attack at twilight, and they would take no
prisoners.

*   *   *

Logos looked at the flame throwers he had prepared.  Yes, they should
do perfectly.  He filled the lorries gradually and, as the afternoon
passed, drove the lorry out to the cows in the field and prepared them
for battle.  The carnage was expected to be great indeed.

*   *   *

First Commander Clucketty Cluck looked through the binoculars at the
enemy.  He turned to Metatron and went ‘Bok.’

‘Bok?’ inquired Metatron.

‘Bok,’ responded Clucketty Cluck.  Metatron turned to Second Commander
Brightfeather, who had a feather protruding from his head.  ‘And your
analysis?’ asked Metatron.

‘Bokitty Bok,’ responded Brightfeather.

‘That bad, huh?’ said Metatron, and returned his gaze forwards.





General Moo looked through the spyhole and turned to Logos.
‘Moooooooo.’

‘That bad huh?’  General Moo nodded.  ‘Well, it’s now or never.’

*   *   *

The chickens attacked on the left flank initially, and casualties were
high on both sides.  Feathers and fur flew everywhere, but both sides
were determined to gain the upper hand, so no quarter was given.
Metatron decided on a surprise attack.  He had cheated a little and
arranged for some extra forces.  And yelling ‘Attack’ the Turkeys sped
right ahead, armed with crossbows, taking out as many cows as they
possibly could.  But Logos was ready for such tactics.  He pressed a
button on his remote and a loud noise started coming from the barn.
Suddenly a giant tank appeared, a cow’s head popping out through the
top, and it blew bombs at the attacking turkeys.  Feathers and turkeys
flew everywhere.

Metatron looked concerned.  Logos had the numbers.  Time, perhaps, for
a tactical retreat.  He gathered his remaining forces and headed
inside the House, out to the safe back yard.  Logos stood in front of
the House, motioned for his bravest cows to follow him, and they
entered, passing through the dining room were Memra and God were
looking at the grandfather clock, engaged in some sort of
conversation, and soon came to the back yard.

‘They should be right back,’ said God to Memra.

True to God’s word Logos suddenly ran through the dining room, his
cows following him quickly.  Suddenly Metatron appeared holding, of
all things, a large bomb with ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’ written on it.
Things looked dire.

*   *   *

It was the final showdown.  God was on the swinging couch on the
porch, Memra seated next to him.  Metatron was facing down Logos,
looking very menacing with his ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’.  Logos said, ‘Go
on.  Explode it.  I DARE you.’

‘Don’t tempt me.  I will, I tell you.  I will.’

‘I DARE you.  I Double DARE you.  To hell with it.  I Triple DARE
you.’

‘As you wish,’ and he pressed the detonation button.

*   *   *

A mushroom cloud was an original event for Home, but when the
buildings were, by the grace of God, left standing, the mess of dead
cow and chicken and turkey all over the landscape was truly a sight to
behold.  Metatron’s hair was all singed and he had black ashes on his
face, as did Logos.  Logos looked at him, grinned a little, and walked
over.  ‘We’ll call that a draw, shall we?’

‘As long as you cook the chicken.’

‘Okely Dokely.’





An hour later they were in the dining room, feasting on fried chicken
and steak and some of God’s reserves of Coca Cola, when Memra posed
this interesting dilemma.  ‘If that was the War of the Worlds, how can
we possibly top that?’

Logos looked at Metatron, who looked back in return.  And then God
said ‘I’m sure they’ll think of something,’ and everyone laughed.



The End

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