So one day some bald guy gets teased and it pisses him off and he's writing some religious stuff down anyway so he tosses in a cute little story that happens to include 42 kids, the exact number in his little village, and after he's done he feels better and decides to keep it in because who knows, maybe god told him to write it.
From what I know of bears, all they would be interested in is the slowest kid. The rest would get away.
But that's real life. Forgot. We're not talking about that.
Given that this god guys knows all and sees all, etc., you would think he would have tossed "Thou shalt not tease bald guys" into the commandments, and if wanted to keep it down to just 10 he could have removed the lusting after the neighbors wife thingy. Because yea, right, guys are going to pay attention to that when they live next to Hugh Hefner.
Any way you look at it though, not a whole lot of love going on there with this god fella. You sure it's the same guy?
Oh, and the christian theory that they were teenaged hooligans? Back in those days there weren't teenagers. You were a child or an adult. There was no in between. And by 13 or 14, that was it. You were grown. You had things to do. And probably a family. It is only in recent times that children have been allowed that luxury.
And you were not called a child any more either. Sounds like a bunch of dead seven and eight and nine year olds to me.