Blessed are the dumbfucks.
Ack! Parables. I hate parables.
Even a mentally challenged shark would figure out that sea turtles did not wear boxer shorts printed in flying piggies, and no sea turtle would be yattering streams of obscenities between chain-smoker gasps of breath.
Children see magic because they look for it.
Nothing evokes the prurient like puritanism.
I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.