After all the countless and infinitely innumerable swinging, swaying, clanking, dry-boned skeletons had marched by Gud, they started around again. Gud knew that they were going around a second time, because he saw one pass, bearing before his bleached and grinning fact the glow of a good cigar. There could be no mistake about it, for these were the bones of the only smoker who had ever believed that tobacco was as injurious as the non-smokers said it was! Thus made aware that the show was being repeated on him, Gud realized that even the most gruesome and ghoulish sights and sounds became commonplace with repetition; and he became bored, and his fear died within him. So he arose and walked right through the marching mass of swinging, swaying, rattling, whistling, dry-boned skeletons, and out into the sunlight of a new day where he found Fidu digging up a freshly planted lawn in search of a bone he had buried on a golf course countless eons before. "Come, come," said Gud, "let the dead bones stay buried--the future of eternal life is long enough without digging up the past." Having dissuaded Fidu from his search for provender Gud offered him a portion of his own lunch. "Do you remember," remarked Gud to the Underdog, as they sat munching their sandwiches, "the time I was on that little world back there--" "Which one?" asked Fidu. "The one I am talking about, silly--I ran into an earthquake. It shook things up rather badly and toppled over about half the houses, killing and maiming millions of mortals." "What caused it?" "I don't know, probably it was accidental--but that isn't important. What interested me was what those poor mortals thought caused it. As I was strolling through a town watching the relief committee at work, I happened to see people going into a steep roofed building, which being well constructed, had not fallen down. I joined the crowd and went in. One of their kind was standing on a box at the far end of the building and talking. I sat down with the others and listened to him. "He was talking about the 'divine visitation.' For a moment I became self-conscious, thinking my incognito had been discovered. But I soon realized that he referred to the earthquake. "His theory was interesting. He thought their silly little world had been shaken up by their divinity. I knew that he was mistaken, for I knew the chap who had that world in charge; he is a weak little god who could not shake up a good-sized island." "For what reason did the mortals think your friend shook them up?" asked Fidu.