“We have no call to assist these heathens,” the missionary said with a snort, glaring at the huddled masses of the homeless, trying to find shelter from the monsoon. He kicked at a sodden Chinese paper lantern that had fallen into the mud.
“But they are all God’s children. Are we not here to spread his word?” his assistant asked.
“They have no interest in our teachings.”
“But sir, please!”
Castiel watched from the branches of a tree, wearing the shape of a crow, his black feathers puffed out to keep him warm. He was sorely disappointed in his charge.
#55 Chinese Lantern
Date: 2010-06-30 09:45 pm (UTC)From:“But they are all God’s children. Are we not here to spread his word?” his assistant asked.
“They have no interest in our teachings.”
“But sir, please!”
Castiel watched from the branches of a tree, wearing the shape of a crow, his black feathers puffed out to keep him warm. He was sorely disappointed in his charge.