“I don’t like my brothers,” said Joseph, whose brothers
dreamed of killing him or throwing him away. Meanwhile young Joseph dreamed of
brothers bowing down to him.
“I don’t like you at all,” said Joseph when his brothers
sold him as a slave.
“I don’t like my mistress,” when the woman preyed on him.
“I don’t like jail,” when the doors were closed.
“I don’t like nightmares.” Screeching birds stealing bread,
wine drippnig like blood, cannibal cows and crippled grain, and a pharaoh
filled with fear.
“We’re hungry,” said the brothers, bowing down to pharaoh’s
friend. They liked him now.
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