"Give him back!" Ginny hissed at the nurse. "You get out of my house!"
"He's my responsibility, I guess," the nurse shot back, pulling harder. "I'm getting paid for this!"
"Not to rip my leg off, you're not!" A.P. screamed.
"Evans wants an answer, A.P.!" The young man hollered. "Say something!"
While this murky atmosphere seethed and thickened inside the nursery, the sun shone brightly outside, and the distant heavens were blue. They were blue, that is, except to a single and very remote blemish. In the timeless and vapored regions of Heaven's own dispatching department there lay a distinct cloudiness that emanated mainly from the dismayed faces of those two enterprising and well-intentioned angels, Mac and Haywood.
"Good grief, Haywood!" Mac gasped, gazing down hauntedly through the mists of time, "they're yankin' the little bugger apart! It's disgraceful!"
"Yes, I know," Haywood said worriedly. "The whole affair is disgraceful. I shudder to think what will happen to us when it comes to light in the higher echelons."
"We only wanted to do something nice," Mac said sadly. "How was we to know the kid was going to be a stinkin' genius?"
"The unknown element," Haywood sighed heavily. "The Higher Source. Even angels can be wrong when they take authority into their own hands."