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The Book of Chances

(Note: We suggest reading the "introduction" contained in the first issue in order to understand the context of what is going on here. But if you are an atheist, reading within context may not be a priority - then you might as well just start reading here.)

 

Chapter 12
(Eastward Ho!)

 

Chances 12:1 Chance had fallen upon Abram, "Leave your country music station, other people's country music stations and your father's household appliances and mozy on over to the land I will mirage to you.

Chances 12:2 "I will make you into a great uncivilized gambling empire and I will cause a sustained lucky streak for you; I will put your name in lights, and you will be a method of sustaining luck.

Chances 12:3 I will sustain a lucky streak to those who wish for a sustained lucky streak for you, and whoever wishes a slump for you I will sustain a slump for them; and almost all peoples on earth will sustain lucky streaks through you."

Chances 12:4 So Abram took his Chance and left; and Lot tagged along for no reason. Abram was old when he set out from Haran.

Chances 12:5 He took his mate Sarai, his sibling's male offspring Lot, all the stuff they had won at Bingo and the people they had met at Gamblers Anonymous in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan, and they actually arrived there.

Chances 12:6 Abram zig-zagged *through the land (*Note - "through" is not meant to be understood as actually boring a tunnel through the strata as in "Journey to the Center of the Earth") as far as the site of the really big luxury hotel of Moreh at Shechem. At that time the Canaanites were having their film festival.

Chances 12:7 Chance appeared to Abram and said, "To your offspring I may give this land. But then again, maybe not." So he evolved a roulette table there by Chance, who had appeared to him in a chorus-show-like dream.

Chances 12:8 From there he aimlessly went on toward the hills east of betting and pitched his presentation for a gambling casino, with Bethel at the west end of the strip and Ai at the east end of the strip. There he evolved another roulette table by Chance and called it innocent fun.

Chances 12:9 Then this gambling mogul hopeful set out and continued toward the Negev.

Chances 12:10 Now there was a recession in the land, and Abram went down to Egypt to live there for a while because the recession was severe.

Chances 12:11 As he was about to enter Egypt, he said to his mate Sarai, "I know what a pitiful dancer you are.

Chances 12:12 When the Egyptians see you dance, they will say, 'This is his big chorus star?' Then they will revoke my building permit but will let you do whatever you want.

Chances 12:13 Pretend that you are just my sister, you know, sort of like acting, so that I will be treated like a gambling mogul for your sake and my career will be spared because of you."

Chances 12:14 When Abram came to Egypt, the Egyptians saw that she was a very beautiful woman.

Chances 12:15 And when Pharaoh's officials saw her, they praised her to Pharaoh, and she was taken into his casino.

Chances 12:16 He treated Abram well for her sake, and Abram acquired cards and dice, male and female dealers, men bouncers and maid services, and slot machines.

Chances 12:17 But not by Chance Pharaoh suffered a serious decline in chorus-line ticket sales, in all of his showings because of Abram's mate Sarai.

Chances 12:18 So Pharaoh summoned Abram. "What have you done to me?" he said. "Why didn't you tell me she was a pitiful dancer?

Chances 12:19 Why did you say, 'She is just my sister,' so that I took her to be my big chorus star? Now then, here is your pitiful dancer. Take her and go!"

Chances 12:20 Then Pharaoh quoted brainteasers to Abram to his men, and they sent him on his way, with his pitiful dancing mate and all that he had acquired by Chance.



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