ONE EYE
by No One In Particular
The little boy did four things that were very naughty tonight:

1.  After being tucked in properly he snuck off from his sleep.
As soon as he heard his parent's bedroom door shut he crept very quietly down the stairs.
They did not hear him.

2.  He kicked a pregnant cat while walking down the hallway.
His parents did not hear him because they were asleep.  The little boy giggled and giggled.  There
was nobody around to see or hear him.

3.  He took fifty dollars from his father's wallet with his filthy little hands and slipped it into his own
pocket.
The little boy had to work very hard to find it, for all of the money in the house was hidden very
cleverly to prevent him from getting into it.   

"Father will not notice.  He has PLENTY of money."

This was very true.  There was plenty of money to count.

His father had earned it all butchering hideous beasts with a cleaver so some of the bills were stained
with blood.

4.  He took his newfound wealth to a man named "One Eye" Harris who was covered with guitar
string tattoos and had recieved his name by burning one of his eyeballs out with a blast of terrible
chemicals while constructing a meth lab.  He never went to see a doctor to have it torn out so it just
sat there inside his skull all red and motionless.  "One Eye" Harris gave him a big bag of marijuana in
exchange for the slip of paper.

It was 3:42 in the morning.  Old "One Eye" was all shot up on amphetimine.

He crawled through the bushes all the way home for he was very afraid that the police-people would
come creeping out of nowhere and punish him for being so naughty.
Not a single person was to be seen anywhere.
When he crept back home we was delighted to hear the sound of his father's snoring coming from up
the stairs.
He had done something very nasty and no one would ever find out about it!
Not his parents!  Not the police people!  Not even a nasty old neighbor.
His heart slowly started to stop fluttering.

"Ahem."

The little boy turned to his right and saw Jesus sitting in his father's beloved recliner with the family cat
curled up in his lap.

The little boy had forgotten all about God.