One day, a farmer named Arepo built a temple at the edge of his field. It was a humble thing, with stone walls and a thatch roof. At the center of the room Arepo stacked some stones to make a cairn. Two days later, a god moved into Arepo's temple.
"I hope you are a harvest god," Arepo said, as he set upon the altar two stalks of wheat which he burned. "It would be nice."
He looked down upon the ash that now colored the stone. "I know this isn't much of a sacrifice, but I hope this pleases you. It'd be nice to think there is a god looking after me."
The next day, he left a pair of figs. The day after that, he spent ten minutes in silent pra