One time, CP Galom fell into a tiger trap. There, he sat out a season. An experiment of time travel, he figured. He documented the entire procedure on his left forearm. It looked something like a pumpkin sitting atop a crumpled dress. Go figure.
In the army, CP Galom had been told about Jesus. But what about Him? Now that he had time to think about it, he did. What did it mean to be a carpenter in Jesus's day? A table? A scaffolding? CP Galom wasn't sure. Did He belong to a trade union? Was He, capital H, a "Carpenter" with a capital C? Did plots against him include the ruin of his career? Would he never work in this town again? Again, he wasn't sure. But it was all planned since the beginning of the Universe, they said, so the answers must be written in its fabric. Maybe he would find them as he journeyed.
A Children's Book on the Subject of CP Galom.
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