Wings are heavy. Horns are light as a feather.

This is going to sound odd, but I’m afraid of angels.

Whenever I see one, I feel sorry for her.

Can you imagine wearing a heavy pair of wings all the time?

I couldn’t tolerate the burdensome weight on my back

…which doesn’t bode well for my future in the afterlife.

Speaking of which…

Problem is, I like warm weather.

Perhaps I’m fated to travel “south” after my demise.

Yep, these angels know I’m struggling to get into Heaven.

Perhaps I can bribe them with an extra piece of pie.

Which will work best?

Pumpkin? Or Apple?

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