Evan came from a long line of angel balancers, but he only wanted to balance rats.
“I have no interest in balancing angels on pins,” he said, “nor cherubs on tuning forks, nor toasters on seraphim. I wish to balance rats on poniards-not the points, for that would be unkind, but on the pommels.”
His family disowned him, except for an elderly great-
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I like him.
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"Seriously, dude, what the hell are we doing?"
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I was going to say that rats are probably cheaper to feed and house than angels, anyway, but then it occurred to me that I don't actually know whether angels eat. Perhaps they derive all their nourishment from basking in the divine presence.
I like the great-aunt, too. She sounds like a kind and broad-minded person.
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I think balancing rats must be an even tougher job. They're skittery little critters!
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