Victory in Givon

The story of my saving of the Givon people is summed up so amazingly by this pasuk in Joshua, aside from the part where he calls me fat.

"וַיְהִ֞י בְּנֻסָ֣ם מִפְּנֵ֣י יִשְׂרָאֵ֗ל הֵ֞ם בְּמוֹרַ֤ד בֵּית־חוֹרֹן֙ וַיהֹוָ֡ה הִשְׁלִ֣יךְ עֲלֵיהֶם֩ אֲבָנִ֨ים גְּדֹל֧וֹת מִן־הַשָּׁמַ֛יִם עַד־עֲזֵקָ֖ה וַיָּמֻ֑תוּ רַבִּ֗ים אֲשֶׁר־מֵ֙תוּ֙ בְּאַבְנֵ֣י הַבָּרָ֔ד מֵאֲשֶׁ֥ר הָרְג֛וּ בְּנֵ֥י יִשְׂרָאֵ֖ל בֶּחָֽרֶב"

As you can see, God hurled me and my peers at the fleeing attacking armies to save the Israelites. Some would say that I was truly the star of the show. Sometimes I wonder about the last thought on those people's minds. I mean, is it weird to have a rock with a face? No, it can't be. Totally normal.