The man had found the German Sausage costume as he was walking back from work.
It was erupting from a wheelie-bin, looking miraculous and obscene.
God was a German and he had fumbled his sausage and it had fallen from the sky and into the rubbish.
When the man lifted out the German Sausage costume the wheelie-bin toppled over with a crash.
Another man was watching from a window, writing furiously into a spiral bound jotter.