Snippet From Heaven’s Ant Farm: Who’s This?

The tall elder rubs the diamonds hung around his neck as he studies this odd Yahweh fellow closely. Bewildered, he scratches his head. Yahweh—such a strange and simple name that tells nothing about him or where he’s from. He’s short, scrawny, pale, and unkempt. And he can’t speak properly. He clucks instead of clicks. Maybe he’s hungry or sick. Poor fellow. The elder sighs loudly…