Atheism

Among the many sights that will greet the visitor to Lesser Pudding (if he has survived the acid-baths, the witch-finder and the man-eating cattle) is the home of 'Old Gummy', the village atheist. Pictured in happier times, this windowless hovel houses the President (and only member) of the Lesser Pudding Atheists League. 'Old Gummy', who has worn away his teeth by ceaselessly grinding them at the stupidity of religion, squats in one coner of his hut and mutters to himself. Attempts to disturb this individual are met with wild ranting about how unfair life is.

Old Gummy was once asked why he was an atheist, his reply was to throw his bottle at his questioner. The sole known rationale for his atheism is that God didn't prevent a warlock from cursing his cattle, who all died about fifty years ago, when Old Gummy forgot to feed them. He has also not been paid by the prior of Burnham Norton for looking after his sheep. The Priory was dissolved in the sixteenth century, and both prior and sheep only exist in Old Gummy's addled brain.