Sunday mornings Reverend Brown preached fire and brimstone. Sunday afternoons he liked to take his shotgun into the rich green fields and blow tiny birds to pieces. They didn’t have souls. One afternoon he got soaked in a rainstorm, but it passed, the sun came out and a spectacular double rainbow appeared. The Rev smiled, knowing that the rainbow was God’s promise never to destroy the earth again by water. He was striding home when he felt the ground tremble, and a deafening rumble came from the sky. He looked up to see the giant fireball coming right at him.