Samedi and the Temperance Lady: Folktale

Samedi sat at the crossroads and laughed at her, but she fancied herself a righteous woman with nothing to fear from voodoo devils, so she settled her best church hat square on her head, lifted her chin, and strode out to meet him, a bible in one hand and a pamphlet in the other. "Woman," the Baron said, "why are you here? You are not one of those who comes to me, and you have neither rum nor cigarettes to give me." "Of course I don't," she said firmly, "for they are of the devil. I'm here to talk to you about temperance." Baron Samedi, he reared back in surprise and bellowed a great laugh. "Temperance? Woman, I am the last creature to talk to about temperance!"

Inspiration: Critiquing a quite good Critters story, "The Price of Freedom," about Samedi.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I do like this. It has the start of a classic folktale setup.