“The Red Devil started laughing with his husky voice. “Hey, there, Walter, is that you asking for God’s help? I’m disappointed in you.” Then he started laughing again. “All your adult life you didn’t believe in God and you signed a bill to take prayer out of school. You were my favorite pupil.” Walter was writhing in pain as he stared at the bucket of water, too weak to respond to the chastisement of the devil.
The devil saw what he was staring at. “You want that, don’t you?” Poor Walter weakly answered, “Yes, master!” “The Red Devil was feeling pretty good that day, and he picked up the bucket of water, as if to honor the tormented man’s request. The look on Walter’s face revealed a glimmer of hope. His eyes and mouth opened wide, as the devil threw the bucket of water on him. When the water hit the air it turned into tears of fire that landed on his face. He cried like a baby while the devil laughed his heart out.”