"Sack them all," said Fred, a gnarled veteran who'd submitted punctually.
"I'll consider it," said the editor.
But on Saturday and Sunday, stories arrived; late perhaps, but excellent. The editor was thrilled. "Crack open the cava! Send out for pizza! Spliffs for everyone!"
"But they were late!" raged Fred.
"Yes, but we should rejoice that stories that were lost are now found," said the editor, who happened to have a divinity degree. "They are prodigal stories!"
"Hrrmph," Fred grumbled.