Scene: [After a job quite happily and well done, those who have passed on, who have gone before are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene.]
St. Anne: No matter how many times I see it, no matter how often I am summoned to the miracle that is birth, I can’t get past how disgusting it all is.
St. Margaret: Amen. And this one was a bleeder. Where’s the universal husband?
Father Cronion: I saw him just a bit ago. Finishing up a meal of baby fingers it looked like.
St. Margaret: Was he? Lord I’m hungry. We’ve been at this job for days.
St. Anne: Well isn’t it just like the Universal Husband to be absent just at the God! Oh God you’re here!
God: Did I miss it?
St. Anne: Not at all , not at all. Sir, to you my hand! A fine job you did here, well done.
God: None of that, none of that. It was down to the three of you the birth went off as well as it did. Looks a mess though.
St. Anne: We’ll send in a crew. Clean it up. Margaret?
St. Margaret: I’ll make a call. We’ve been a bit behind schedule
Father Cronion: Time did slip away from us. But we pulled it off in the end, didn’t we ladies. With of course Your intervention.
God: It was hard work all around, but my good and faithful servants, we soldiered it out and just look, we gave birth to a fine little mite! But yes, send in a crew to clean her up. And flowers. Lets get her some flowers, give her something to think about.