Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among rolling hills, Satan decided to take up jogging. This may seem like an odd activity for the ruler of hell, but Satan was feeling bored and restless.
One bright and early morning, Satan donned his best jogging clothes (all black, naturally) and set out on a run. His red skin glistened in the sunlight, and his pointed horns bobbed up and down as he jogged.
As he ran through the town, people stopped and stared in shock and horror. No one had ever seen the devil casually jogging down the street before.
“Excuse me, sir,” one brave soul called out. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just trying to get some exercise,” Satan replied, feeling a little self-conscious.
“But…aren’t you supposed to be in hell?” another person asked.
Satan shrugged. “Even demons need to keep fit,” he said with a grin.
As he continued running, Satan noticed that the town’s residents were beginning to warm up to him. Some even began to wave and cheer him on.
Before long, Satan had completed his run and was headed back to hell. As he disappeared into the shadows, the townspeople exchanged glances and shook their heads in disbelief.
“Well, I’ll be,” one man said. “Who would have thought the devil was a jogger?”