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Chronicles of the

Children of Destiny



“Deborah the Dinosaur”



by

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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© 2009



2005 HY

1005 ROH



She was upset.  Most upset.  Samael had yet again drawn another
picture of a great green lizard like creature and called it Deborah
the Dinosaur.  But the most embarrassing thing this time was that he
had given it an extra large belly, larger than usual.  Deborah knew
she was fat.  Oh how did she know she was fat, the subject of over a
1000 years of laments.  Of course, she had tried diets, and for a few
months here and there she seemed to be slimming down only to get the
urges to eat more food again and go back to her substantial figure.
And because of this she cried at night, cried her eyes out, wishing
she could be thin like the rest of them and be a good friend for her
twin, Matthew the Artist.  But Deborah was fat and such it seemed was
her fate in life.



She was sitting at the table of the kitchen of heaven, eating ice
cream of all things.  That wouldn’t help her weight, she sarcastically
thought to herself.  But she loved her ice cream and ate it whenever
God finally supplied a new batch, which she felt he didn’t do often
enough.  You see, God supplied all the various food and clothing items
and other things which the children of Heaven relied upon for their
daily sustenance.  Each morning they would find out in front of the
main keep the stone table laden with all the new foods for the day and
various other items.  They made their requests known by going to the
throneroom of heaven and speaking to him, to which he rarely replied,
but without fail they got what they asked for, most often the next
day.



Deborah, being Deborah the Dinosaur, often asked for ice cream but
this only turned up far less than she desired, usually a couple of
tubs ever few weeks.  The other children often complained that Deborah
ate all of it before she could get a look in, but she loved her ice
cream.  ‘Probably why I am so fat,’ she sarcastically thought to
herself.  Her oldest sister, Eve, who seemed like something of a
mother figure to most of the children of heaven, encouraged her all
the time to try and eat a better diet.  And while at times she
faithfully put into practice that advice, her inspiration was usually
only short lived.  It seemed no matter how hard she prayed or how hard
she tried to lose her substantial girth she simply was never able.



Looking at the bowl of ice cream she suddenly got the urge to put some
chocolate syrup on it.  She got up from her seat, went to the
cupboard, and grabbed the syrup jar, but it was empty.  She continued
to look and managed to find some caramel syrup still left, so she
would use that instead.  Sitting there, eating away, she was happy
enough for the moment.  She had her yummy ice cream which seemed to
make her weight worth it some how, but she knew she would continue to
pay the price of Samael’s mockery and her own sense of humiliation.



*   *   *   *   *



Matthew looked at the latest painting that Samael had painted of his
twin sister Deborah.  It was less than flattering, as usual for
Samael, and Matthew sighed because of it.  He felt sorry for his
sister, deeply sorry.  For so long she had complained to him of her
weight problem and he had always given her a sympathetic ear.  He had
encouraged her, often, like Eve had, but to no great avail in the
end.  And she suffered because of it.  But looking at the picture,
knowing how bad Deborah must be feeling, a spirit of love came upon
him and he decided enough was enough.  It was about time they did
something significant for their suffering sister.  Something truly
significant to show her they really did care.  And Matthew had just
the idea that might, hopefully, by God’s grace, work.



*   *   *   *   *



She noticed it late afternoon and finally, her curiousity aroused, she
went to Tammy to ask her why all the children of Heaven had been
taking turns in the throne room.  Tammy looked at her, smiled, but all
she would say is that it was a divine mystery which Deborah would
understand one day.  And so she simply took her at her word.







It was about 5 months later, 5 difficult but rewarding months, in
which Deborah was looking at her figure on the mirror in her room.
She couldn’t believe it.  She really couldn’t believe it.  She was
half her size.  Still not quite thin, but getting there.  It had
happened to her one night about 4 and a half months ago.  She dreamed
a dream and then, right near the end, the spirit of God had said to
her, ‘JUST BE SENSIBLE’, and somehow she knew what he had meant.
Straight away she dedicated herself to no longer attempt to give up
the foods she liked to lose weight, but instead eat a more moderate
diet.  A more balanced diet and to try and resist the cravings for the
very junky foods.  And having committed to this idea, seeing it work
and for once finding within herself the ability to persevere with this
new method, she started losing the weight.  And now, 4 and a half
months later, she could barely believe what she was seeing.  It was
like a whole new person, a completely different Deborah, and she was
so proud because of it.



She had asked God for some new dresses and that night, wearing a
lovely red dress which showed a curvy but attractive figure, all that
the male children of God would say at dinner was ‘Wow.’



She smiled that whole week did Deborah the Dinosaur and when she
finally confronted Samael she teased him, saying, ‘I’m a big scary
dinosaur Sammy.  Beware I might eat you.’  And Samael the Devil
chuckled in the only way he could.





THE END

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