Cheesus Crust and the Miracle of the Everlasting Slice

The Feast That Changed Everything

It was a time of great hunger. The faithful had gathered, their stomachs empty, their spirits weak, for they had journeyed far to hear the teachings of Cheesus Crust. The sun hung low over the pizzeria-lined hills, casting long shadows as the people murmured among themselves.

There was a problem.

The ovens had gone cold. The dough had been stretched thin. The cheese reserves had dwindled. And when the disciples of Cheesus took stock of their provisions, they found only one solitary slice remaining.

Panic set in. Some suggested cutting the slice into smaller and smaller pieces, though the thought of such injustice was unbearable. Others considered hoarding it for the most devout, but Cheesus saw their greed and shook His head.

He stood among them, calm as ever, the warmth of the holy oven reflected in His eyes.

“Fear not,” He said, raising the slice to the heavens. “For no slice, when shared in faith, shall ever be the last.”