A Woody arrived at the Pearly Gates. St Peter appraised his application but rejected admission - the first ever. As we all know Woody’s always go straight to Heaven.
The Woody was immediately transported downstairs to spend eternity in a far hotter place. But he accepted his fate and set about doing the place up. The usual - a nice redgum bar, beautifully turned salt and pepper shakers, an oak hearth for the fire – that sort of thing. In no time the place was looking a treat.
Now, the Devil was very impressed by this work, in fact he was rapped. He had never seen the place looking so good and homely.
At about this time God realised that a mistake had been made – the Woody’s entry to Heaven should never have been rejected. No problem, “I’ll just give Satan a ring and sort the problem out”, he thought.
The call was duly made but when Satin refused to release our Woody God was furious.
“I insist that you release the Woody”, said God.
“No”, said the Devil, “and there’s nothing you can do about it”
“Why…why… I’ll sue”, said God.
“My friend and just where in Heaven do you think you are going to find a lawyer”, the Devil replied.