[WanderingOak]

"You really need to learn how to play nice," the smiling Goddess chided.

The Cheshire cat scooped the uncooperative dropping and deposited it in his litter box, where it immediately became a lifeless clump, never to speak again. Jupiter, obviously distressed but still smiling, asked to be excused so he could take a shower. A sunbeam came down from the Goddess's pearly white teeth, cleaning Jupiter's fur to a highly polished sheen, then blowing him dry.

"Foul material will never besmirch your fur again!" the Goddess beamed down at our group.

"I thank you all for your wonderfully beautiful smiles!" the Goddess cried from her lofty perch in the sky. The perch flapped it's finny wings and flew off into the sunset, lit by the Goddess's radiant smile.