On Godliness

I am a fickle god. I do not require my followers to worship me in my absence, but only when I choose to appear to them bearing my Token. Neither do I cleave to a routine but appear to them randomly bearing manna; then they worship me before devouring my gift.

I had a disciple once, but she decided that I'm not worth the bother as I appear to my flock whether she attends me or not. She used to come most days while my temple was building and lay an egg in what was to become the living room. The carpenters, plumbers, painters and other assorted trades would stop work and watch, respectfully, while she made her offering.

So, every day or two, I trudge about a hundred yards uphill to stand on my altar (rock) and hold aloft the plastic bin of kitchen scraps. My loyal followers gather round and, jumping up and down in excitement, respond to my aweful cry "I am your god - worship me" which, naturally, they do whereupon I hurl my gift among them for them to fight over.

My ever-loyal chickens.

And, in return, I steal their babies.

In answer to your question: Crystal was a young woman of my acquaintance (many decades ago) who claimed to be related to the 'Medici family and whose family owned a pawnshop. Hence the Balls.