Lester

Lester hoped the maple leaf was large enough.  When he had agreed to be involved in this “stage play” about creation, he had no idea how accurate the story would be.  He was certain that some day, later on, he would look back at this situation and laugh.  But right now he was cold, he was naked, and he was standing in the bushes that surrounded the maple tree that stood in front of his pastor’s home.  He had never prayed so hard that a police car would not come by.  He wasn’t exactly sure how the front door became locked, but locked it was.  Now he had to get from the front yard to the back door without being seen.  With a couple of deep breaths, Lester bolted.  The scream that erupted from the neighbor’s porch met his ears about the same time his toe caught the tree root.