Running past the front porch, God picked the boy up midstride and set him on his lap as the sun set slowly over the distant cornfields. He hummed a forgotten melody in robust baritone and pointed to the stars long after dusk settled in and the crickets sang in angelic chorus as he described how far away Heaven was. Past the stars, he said, behind the black sky where no one could every fly. The boy wondered quietly how he could ever get there. As he drifted to sleep, the devil packed his bags and left forever out the backdoor.