punishment…put him in the mass pit where the heat was melting others.
The devil came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just
sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating. “How come you’re
not so much as sweating here where everyone else is screaming for relief
from the heat?”
The Cajun laughed and said, “Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout
Looziana. Dis ain’t nothin’ but May in ‘Nawlins’ to me!”
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a
sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces
blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting pretty,
had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was outraged. “How is
this possible!? You should be melted to a shrieking puddle in these
The Cajun laughed even harder than before. “Hey, man! I done tole you. I
was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis ain’t nothin’
but August in Cow Island !”
So the devil thought, ‘Alright, a little reverse ought to do the trick.’
He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever reached. It
was freezing and to add to the Cajun’s misery, he added massive icebergs
and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was shivering, ice
hung from every part of him but he was grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked “HOW!? How is it possible?! You’re
impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can’t be used
to…freezing cold and yet you’re happier than if you were in heaven.