Elisson shares another 100 word tale from the ancient archives...
Father Dominic was beginning to come unglued.The Offertory had gone just fine. Sanctus, likewise. Lord's Prayer, no problem.
The Agnus Dei had never sounded sweeter.
It was after Communion that things began to get sketchy. Congregants started milling around aimlessly, bumping into each other in the pews, cracking ankles on the kneelers, eyes glazed. It took three hours to herd them all out the door after "Missa est."
By now, Dominic felt pretty strange himself. Bizarre lights flashed; weird howls echoed. Was God speaking?
Later, he found out that an altar boy had spiked the Communion wine with LSD.
Now that he's doing music, I'm going to want to do music.
Who wants to write and record a theme song for me?