Friday, December 25, 2009

The Three Unwise Men

"I think we should've turned right three palm trees ago." The sand rustled along the hooves, and two of the riders tightened the cloths covering their mouths.

"Three, huh."

"Yeah, three. That one by that mountain."

"You call that a mountain? That was more like a foothill!"

"Um...I think my cammel needs to pee."

The others glanced at him, their turbans billowing in the dessert wind. Still, they didn't stop just yet.

One sighed, the narrow band of gold circling his turban glinting in the moonlight. "I suppose he didn't need to when we were at that oasis not to long ago."

"Not at all." The second answered, scrutinizing his robes of fine scarlet while his skin tried to match their hue.

"Hm, well, we could always try the next one." The third added optimistically, trying to juggle his star chart and his looking glass.

"I'm sure there won't be one for another few days. You should've checked your camel while you had the chance."

"I did! I swear, no signs at all of any... potential leakage."

"You sure we couldn't just take a break? I'm feeling a little tired myself."

"We can't. That camel will be doing its business until the moon wanes at this rate. We're already late."

"Oh come on. That child has waited for over a year now, it's not like he's still waiting in some manger for our gifts."

"I don't know..this myrrh might spoil, or that frankincense. It's not like gold, you know."

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