On the Ark

They had been adrift on The Sea (since there only was one sea now) for four months. When all of the games of I Spy that could be played had been played, the Noah family was at a loss as to what to do next.

“It is so stuffy in here,” complained Japheth, “and the animals sure aren’t smelling better on their own. Who designs a boat with only one window anyhow?”

“God does,” Noah said curtly.

“Oh. Right.”

Shem asked ironically, “Are we there yet?”

Seven sandals struck Shem’s face in unison.

“Go and clean the weasel cages,” Noah said.