Johnny made coffins for angels. They were the shape of crosses on account of the wings. Open casket ceremonies were more impressive when the wings were displayed outstretched.
People from the village thought the coffins were blasphemous. They mobbed over to Johnny's workshop with fiery eyes. They looked at the workshop until the fire went from their eyes into the workshop.
Johnny ran in spirals. He only had time to save one coffin but he couldn't decide between them. He took his insurance policy out of his filing cabinet and ran out the back door.
Johnny ran to the top of the hill and watched the workshop trip over the fire. The no longer fiery eyed people wandered off vaguely. The angels' bones cracked and turned black.
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