Today, before church the two old bishops lined up quietly. As the tall nun walked down the aisle, a chair glided down making her acquaintance. When she sat down, the chair flew upwards swiftly, not making a sound. As a cloud of rain drifted across the church, the emotionless nun began her journey.
It was a sunny Sunday in the Big Apple. People gathered to church In the tall old church, covered in green vines and moss. After a while a white cloud formed reveling a tall nun.