Being besieged by dinosaurs and out of books to read, Gabriel decided he could just as well write another letter to God.
To God, the Most High, Lord of Hosts etc etc
I still haven't found a good reason way to leave this place. My best minion Karal, whom I think I mentioned before,
keeps trying to help me. He brought me a
bed with the help of a friend, and most recently he stopped by with a
kettle. Brilliant invention. You should check them out. There's a steady stream of visitors to the church, which should please you, although some are
passionate atheists. Others are just
aggressive.
Some invite me to dinner and ask about showers. Oh, and some have
funny accents. And yes, I do leave Your house occasionally, as there are social events here to which I'm invited. Someone calling himself Ares and his housekeeper organised a
party. The students here are also setting up improvised
theatrical shows. But most recently there's an ongoing attempt to invade this island by an odd group of extinct creatures. They even
tried to take over the church, but I managed to hold the fort. I just have to ask: You do have a plan with all this? It's not that you've been at St Peter's whiskey again?
Gabriel
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