people: um, o greatest and most glorious god, we've been lost in the desert for some 30-odd years now because you led us here, and we seem to have run out of food and water. also, our people are bursting into flame. a little help?
god: you people are so fucking demanding. I think I'll send snakes to kill a lot of you.
god: but they deserved it!
moses: whatev, man.
god: FINE. wave this stick at them.
god: I saved you from the snakes!
Trimmed the trees in the backyard. Found it worked best if Mom grabbed the ends and weighed them down to Ann level. She is small, and was concerned about what might happened when I cut the limb. "Don't worry," I told her. "If you get flung up into the power lines, try to go limp and for the love of God, don't drool." She slapped me with a gardening glove.