Meeting Xolotl

Today, as I was walking home from school (something I often do because I am a good student who never skips all but one of his classes) I met Xolotl, thunder god of the Aztecs. He was wearing a shirt with a rib cage on it, so I asked him if it was an x-ray shirt. He seemed confused by this but I assume that is just because they didn't have x-rays back when the Aztecs were around. I'm not a fool though, so I asked him a trick question to make sure that he really was Xolotl, God of Thunder.

"Okay Xolotl," I said coyly, "I'm ready to go to the underworld now, so I guess you will be guiding my soul." Like I said, I'm not a fool. I knew that if he replied yes, then he couldn't possibly be Xolotl because Xolotl does not guide souls to the underworld.

"What?" He replied, affirming my faith in the fact that he really was Xolotl, "I don't want your soul. What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking about hell. I'm talking about the Aztecean Underworld. But I can see that you really are Xolotl, so I guess I've got bad luck now." Xolotl must have been on some kind of secret mission for his mother, Coatlicue, because he wouldn't admit that his name was Xolotl. He assured me that his name was Stanley and that I was acting crazy; this being a good way to ensure that his mission would go unhindered.

I winked at him and he was on his way. Luckily he was not large and masculine like a firefighter so I don't think I'll have to worry about finding a new girlfriend. Yay