An Anatomy of Fish Innards, by Jonah

 

By Maharishi Gator

jokes@gatorsden.org

 

Copyright © 2004 by T. Scharrer

 

     “Jonah, hey Jonah, get your butt off that straw mattress and go to Nineveh.”

     “I’m tired, and besides I don’t like Nineveh. Whatever you want me to do; I know you’ll just change your mind anyways. Where are you? I can hear you but I cannot see you. Come to think of it, who are you and why are you bothering me?”

     “JONAH, I am Jehovah your God. Now, move your butt like I said. Go to the great city of Nineveh and tell them their evil ways have come to my attention.”

     “Sure God, uh huh, I’ll do it right away to be sure!” Replied Jonah.

     Jonah got up out of bed and shook straw off his clothing and took his morning dump and whiz. He washed his hands for breakfast. There was important work to be done, so he dare not tarry too long.

     After a breakfast of gruel, stale bread, and cheese, Jonah finished his morning meal with a glass of thick goat’s milk. Jonah had a strong constitution. A man drinking a glass of raw, thick, chunky goat’s milk would often upchuck the contents of his stomach, but not our Jonah!  With his stomach full and his bowels empty, Jonah packed his knapsack and started walking. He was not going to Nineveh. He had other plans. Jonah would go to Tarshish.

     On the way to his destination, Jonah decided the trip could not be completed unless he got a job to earn a few dollars. Jonah was hired as an olive picker. Jonah left the job four days later, after one of his co-pickers saved his life. The man was up on a ladder when he saw Jonah choking on an olive pit. He jumped off the ladder, ran up to Jonah and gave him a swift kick in the butt. Jonah spewed the pit out of its lodging place in his throat. It was the first time in history the “hind-kick maneuver” was used to save a choking person’s life. Jonah was fired for eating his pickings, which was forbidden. He thanked the man who saved his life before continuing his journey. 

     Jonah packed his meager belongings into his knapsack, adding the money he earned for picking olives to the few coins in his purse. Back in those days, men did not carry billfolds or wallets. They all carried a purse, so don’t start thinking strange thoughts about our Biblical hero Jonah. His next stop was at Joppa where he found a ship sailing to Tarshish.

     Jonah opened his purse and paid most of the money he had to the ships purser. Jonah booked passage to the city of Tarshish, which was in the opposite direction from the city of Nineveh, where Jehovah had told him to go.
     Our scene shifts to the small ship bound for Tarshish. God was busy, blowing up a great wind over the sea, which caused a terrible storm. The ship would rise and fall, twist and turn, rise and fall, from bow to stern. All the passengers began to fear they would soon die, so they began to call on each one’s personal God for protection and safety. The ship needed less weight, so they began to throw objects overboard to gain control of the foundering vessel in the sea. They threw empty cans, trash bags full of junk, and huge storage containers full of salt which contained minute parts of human flesh and bones overboard. The salt had been mined from the area where the ancient cities of
Sodom and Gomorrah had once stood. A perfect statue of a woman made of salt was thrown overboard. The captain of the ship had hoped to sell it for a small fortune when he arrived at Tarshish. The salt woman was found on the outskirts of Sodom, standing like a beacon looking back towards the city. The only flaw was a missing left foot licked away and consumed by wild animals. But, where was our hero, Jonah during this fear and commotion?

     The ships captain, upset after losing his salt woman statue, searched the ship. He found Jonah fast asleep, deep in the bowels of the stern, snoring like two tree cutters pulling a crosscut saw through an oak tree.

     “What is the matter with you, Jonah? Get out of bed and call out to your god like the rest of the passengers and crew on this boat.” (Jonah was getting mighty tired of people telling him to get out of bed at this point.) “See if you have the right god who will save us, or, if you are the weakest link!”

     Jonah got out of bed and once again, shook the straw off his shirt. He went up from his sleeping quarters and stood on the deck. The passengers started casting lots to decide who was the “weakest link.” The looser would have to leave the ship, never to return. The ballots were cast; the final votes were in. There was no “hanging chads” in this ballot because Jonah was found to be the cause of this calamity. The Captain spoke to Jonah;

     “From where do you come? What has caused this calamity? What is your country and from where do you originate? Is your family aware they have very weak DNA?” Does the world know that you are not worthy of surviving because you lack social skills?”

     Jonah looked at the group surrounding him. He gently bowed his head and gazed toward his feet, which still had a few straws attached to his socks. “I’m a Hebrew. It is my God Jehovah who is trying to kill all of you.”

     The Captain looked sternly at Jonah, not cracking a smile or showing emotion. “What should we do to you? What about it people, what shall we do with him?”

     Jonah slowly raised his eyes and viewed the entire ensemble of people around him. He looked at the Captain and spoke; “Pick-me-up and throw me into the sea. Once I’m off the ship, the storm will become calm. Do what you must, for I know I’m the weakest link.”

     The men refused to do what the Captain told them. Nevertheless, even by their strongest efforts they were not able to get the ship back under control. They wanted to show mercy to Jonah, but Jehovah would have none of that. For Jehovah continued to bash the ship with torrential winds and waves, breaking the mainsail and damaging the rudder. At last, they picked up Jonah and with great sorrow, threw him into the sea.

     The sea became calm, so the ship’s passengers decided they had removed the unworthy weakest link. They wanted to offer a sacrifice to Jehovah for saving them. They picked out the seven finest sheep on board, slit their throats and spread the blood over the bow of the ship, because the smell of blood was a pleasant scent to Jehovah’s large nostrils. He approved of their sacrifice and throwing Jonah into the raging sea.

     Jehovah was not done. He called a huge fish to come out of the depths of the sea to open its mouth and swallow Jonah and several other species of marine life. Jonah slipped down the throat of the fish. He found himself in a huge pool of digestive juices in the fish’s stomach. The smell was terrible. He looked around and finding a small table, Geppetto sat down, lighting a candle, and began waiting. (Wait a second; this is not the story of Pinocchio, Gator! Get your thoughts back to reality and tell the true tale of Jonah, who also found himself in the belly of a fish!) Sorry, folks. I get carried away when I tell tales. Back to Geppetto, I mean Jonah.

    Our partly digested Biblical hero prays to Jehovah. There is not much else to do in the guts of a fish anyways. He prays for three days in a row. Finally, the fish swims up to the shore, opens it huge mouth and projectile pukes Jonah onto dry land. Now friends, you may think that this is the end of the story, but it is not. It is just the beginning. Again, Jehovah tells Jonah, “Get up and go to Nineveh and tell her the proclamation that I am speaking to you.”

     Once more, Jonah got up, but this time instead of shaking off the straw from his body, he shook off digestive juices, partially digested salmon, eel, and picked shrimp out of his ears and other bodily orifices. He smelled awful and his skin was shriveled and yellow from being immersed in fish stomach bile for three days. Finally, Jonah walked to Nineveh, which was another journey of three days.

     After entering the city for one day, Jonah told everyone he passed; “Only forty more days and Nineveh will be overthrown. God is going to destroy you.”  

     The town’s people looked at Jonah, pinched their noses speaking aloud, “Gee man, take a bath, you smell like shit!”

     Jonah had not bathed since he was puked out by the fish onto dry land.

     The people of Nineveh put on sackcloth and sat down in the cold-burnt ashes of their fires. This act was nasty, because they often burned camel dung as a fuel. The king issued a great decree, saying:  “No man and no domestic animal, no herd and no flock should taste anything at all. None should take food. Even water they should not drink. Instead, all are to be covered with sackcloth and are to roll in burned camel shit ashes from head to foot. Then the true God shall FEEL REGRET and turn back from his burning anger.”

     The king had decreed. It must have been a strange sight in the city, to see all the people of Nineveh covered with burned camel shit. All the people of Nineveh began praying to Jehovah.

     Jehovah got to see their fine works and FELT REGRET over the once impending calamity he had spoken of causing to the people of Nineveh. (What God could “FEEL REGRET” unless it shows that he has weakness, and at time does make some bad decisions?) Jehovah forgave the evil ways of Nineveh and granted the city a reprieve.

     Our man Jonah is not happy. Jonah was suffering with severe depression.  He became angry. This mood swing would be followed by suicidal tendencies.

      “See, Jehovah, I told you so. I knew this problem with Nineveh was not my business and you would change your mind. That’s why I fled to Tarshish. I knew you were kind and that you would get over your anger and REGRET being angry. But, no, you had to get me involved and now I look like a fool and smell like a rotted dead swine. Why don’t you just kill me now, for dying would be better than my continuing to live.

     Jehovah did not reply to Jonah. He remained silent.

     Jonah left the city and walked to the east. He rested and made for himself a small shelter where he could sit under the shade and see if anything would happen to the city of Nineveh. Jehovah was not done with him yet. He appointed a bottle-gourd plant to grow and cover Jonah with shade. This made Jonah happy and content, for the sun was hot.

     Jehovah was having fun with Jonah. At dawn the next day, God appointed a worm to attack the bottle-gourd plant. The plant dried up and the sun shown forth on Jonah’s head with torrid vengeance. They did not wear baseball caps back in those days to protect their foreheads and scalps. For baseball had yet to be invented. Jehovah also caused a parching east wind to blow against the head of Jonah. He was dizzy, and near fainting. Jonah kept saying repeatedly, “My death would be better than my continuing to live.” (Now remember, Jehovah had just forgiven the entire evil city of Nineveh but was now tormenting his messenger, Jonah.)

     Jehovah spoke to Jonah; “Are you angry because I gave you the bottle-gourd plant then killed it? I thought you would enjoy my humor, my son!”

     Jonah replied; “I’m angry to the point of death, and you didn’t care. I want to die.”

     “See, Jonah, you felt sorrow for the bottle-gourd plant, and I felt sorry and REGRET for what I almost did to the people of Nineveh. I did not realize the people of that city are as stupid as gourds, knowing not their right hands from their left. Thanks for your help Jonah. Also, when you find the time, please take a bath, you smell terrible.”

     Jonah did not say anything. The Biblical epic ends there without any further information about Jonah. Some say that he still wanders the world forever, avoiding any assignments from Jehovah. Others say because of his familiarity with fish, Jonah moved to Florida and started a tropical fish farm. He sells his fish to a major retailer in the United States of America. Still others say the story of Jonah is just a fable with little merit.

     Perhaps the moral of the story is this:  Man who smells like fish innards will cause even the most evil person to seek refuge in God. 

 

That is the strange end of the story of Jonah as told to me by my dog Buffy.

 

Maharishi Gator

2004