"Hey, Jimmy Dick." Bubba sidled up to the bar and waited for Jimmy to order him a beer. It was Thursday and Bubba was broke. "You hear about the horrible way the school treated preacher Wiley's kid?"
"No. What happened?"
"He was up there giving his Indian arrow presentation and they flat kicked him out in the street 'cause he said he believed in science."
"Bubba?" Jimmy said, waving two fingers at the bartender, "You'll believe anything, won't you?"
"Whata' ya mean, Jimmy?"
"You heard Will's side of the tale and swallowed it whole. You didn't bother to find out the other side or to even think that there might be one. I bet ya' this is just another huha Wiley's brat is stirring up."
"Well hell, Jimmy. How am I supposed to know what the truth is?"
"Bubba, let me tell you a story. I had a dream last night. In my dream I heard a voice—
"'Docket number 659,656 being an alleged violation of the protocol compact limiting direct intervention in the affairs of the worlds of men by gods.'
"'Now comes Tyr speaking for the complainant Odin and all others, before the supreme council of all the gods.'"
"Hey, Jimmy? I know who Odin is. He's Thor's sidekick in Super Hero's, but who's Tire?"
"Other way around, Bubba. Thor is Odin's sidekick. Tyr is a god just like Thor, another sidekick of Odin's. Thor was famous for his hammer, Tyr was famous for always telling the truth. He got his hand bitten off by a wolf while he was saving the world."
"You sure about that, Jimmy?"
"Yeah, I'm sure about that. Now can I tell the story?"
"'Well,' Tyr said, 'Most gracious judge, for nearly two thousand years, ever since the Roman Christians brought the Semitic god, Jehovah—'"
"Roman Christians? You mean Catholics, Jimmy?"
Jimmy sighed. "Yeah, Bubba. I mean Catholics. Now can I tell the story?"
"Oh, sure, Jimmy. Sorry."