Dancing With Jesus

The frog cake has not been restored.

Flat, crumbly, its crazily cracked green fondant icing adhering to the greasy tissue paper, the confectioners cream a lurid shade of yellow, it looks worse than it has ever looked before..

Uh!says Tom-Jelte. Oh! says Pastor Moon. Ah! says Mrs Hume.

Feeling this is something of an anti climax, Arthur eats the frog cake ceremoniously.

Pastor Katherine hurries over.

Have we had a miracle? she asks?

If Arthur doesn't get a tummy ache, we have, says Mrs Hume. Arthur, that was foolish!

No doubt the spirit moved him, says Pastor Katherine. Arthur, come back up on the stage.

Arthur goes up on the stage.

Our brother here has been moved by the spirit, announces Pastor Katherine. The frog cake is inside him, dancing with Jesus! I want everyone to dance with Jesus! Get up everyone, and dance with Jesus!

The band begins to play Dancing with Jesus. Everyone gets up and forms a conga line, waving their ribbons. Everyone except Mrs Hume. For some reason, she is doubled over in her seat

This is not what Arthur had expected. He leaves the stage and walks over to the entrance of the tent.

Sweezus is standing at the entrance, looking in.

You idiot, says Sweezus. What'd you do that for? And you can't leave just like that. Tom-Jelte's in there. What about the plan?

Damn the plan, says Arthur. I need to lie down for a minute. You go in.

No way! says Sweezus. I'm not going in.

Mrs Hume's bent over double in her seat, says Arthur.

Shit, is she? says Sweezus, peering round a tent pole.

Tom-Jelte congas over to the entrance.

What's happening Arthur? says Tom-Jelte. Why don't you come back in?

You enjoying it? says Sweezus.

Sure! says Tom-Jelte. It's real cool fun. Come in!

Arthur slumps down on a plastic chair. He looks a little ghastly.

Okay, Tom-Jelte, says Sweezus. I'll come in.