If you wouldst prove yourself worthy, you must first take the sacred biscuit to the plateau of Mount Redbed. There, you will encounter the Blanket God, under whose benevolent protection we flourish. As you approach the exalted one, avert your eyes lest you make eye contact (at least we think those two holes are eyes; we’re not sure). If the Blanket God accepts your offering, you will be indeed worthy.
Reminds me of a few Startrek TOS episodes. Prime Directive States: Do not interfere with alien cultures.
Okay. When isn’t that god going to accept a sacred biscuit? Worthiness is always assured.
I read the story but couldn’t watch the video right away. I had no clue what to expect…but it certainly wasn’t that.
What rath does Blanket God display if the offering is not made? I shudder at the possibilities!
For a second I actually saw the eyes and mouth of the Banket God accepting his tribute. ??
Me, too – a deviously small creature, that – but I shudder to think what lies beyond the blanket, out of sight. It must be Y-u-u-u-uge to demand such fealty.
I hope this turns out better than “The Offering”! 😀
Love that prehensile snoot.
That just might be you-know-who under the blanket! That piggy must be yuge!
Nah, piggy’s pink, not orange.
And suggesting you-know-who is a piggy is an insult to piggies.
Unless you’re referring to Voldemort…
I apologize to anyone of the porcine persuasion who may have taken offense. 🙂
is okay.
I like the tiara effect.
oink
Couldn’t resist, eh?
Loves the little teefers!!!
When the pig was eating the cracker (cookie?) it made me think of Cookie Monster.
I could not visualize those being the eyes until the pink thing came further out and began to nom the cookie. Then I felt vaguely disturbed.
What big eyes you have, grandmother!
The better to smell you with, my dear.
–Wait…
I can haz synesthesia?
The daughter of a woman I used to work with has that. She sees music as different colors/patterns. (She’s also very talented on the piano.)
Ha!
The Blanket God is now officially my deity of choice.
*goes downstairs to raid the biscuit tin*
I’m not a religious person but I would worship the blanket god.