The lawnmower grew wings. Heaven's grass had gotten so long, God went about naked, hidden between the blades.
Back on Earth, a game of hide-and-go-seek was happening between a mother and herself. Upon finding herself, she decided to learn the ways of the storm chaser. She began by chasing her own tail, spawning a twister. Once tired of that, she took a trek up a mountain of potatoes.
At the top was the much sought after Potato Guru. He said to the woman to put a toe on him. "Put a toe on me," demanded the guru. Potato on him? Indeed, potatoes were certainly on, in, and around him.
Satisfied, the mother returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner for two--herself as a content mistress and herself as a miserable saint.