A Man and His Donkey Part 2

Swaying back and forth as I rode my donkey that pulled a small cart filled with unleavened bread. I and the donkey followed the large dust cloud which denoted the location and size of the crowd which followed the mad preacher from Nain around. A clever man I was, I had baked the bread in the city where I was going to sell the wheat and was planning on selling that bread to the crowd when they grew hungry, which they should be at any moment. Just like an army a large crowd marchers on its stomach. During this complicated thought process my donkey stopped, I kept on going and so managed to face plant myself on the dusty road. A string of curses to turn the air blue erupted from my mouth, but was thankfully muffled by the fact that my face was still stuck to the ground. As I sat up I gave the evil eye to my donkey and once again attempted to shake the dust off my body, which of course failed. Now back up on my feet, I stared back at the cloud of dust and noted that it was no longer moving, but was settling down. Good, that means that it is time for me to make my entrance and make some money. This should prove more profitable then just selling that wheat. Demand is high, supply is low, and so prices are high.

Even more astonishing, but the donkey even picked up the pace at most likely the smell of money to be had and even left his owner behind as it trotted down the road toward the still crowd. I was staring down at the ground lost in thought about money, business expenses, and what my next move to be, to notice that my donkey had left me till five minutes later and began running after it, the ends of my tunic flapping behind me in the wind of my frantic pace. Finally catching up to my donkey, who immediately slowed down to a crawl the two of us made our way to the edges of the crowd where everyone was eating fish and bread. And now I am rather puzzled. How in God’s name did this happen? None of these people had prepared travel food for this length of time and yet they are all eating and all seem rather full. Scratching my head in puzzlement, I noticed that the mad preacher and those really close to him were gathering on a boat and making their way out to sea. Dragging the donkey along and removing the bread from the cart I left it on the shore, stuff the bread in the bags carried by donkey, found a fisherman going the same direction, hired him, and told him to follow that boat pointing to the one where the mad preacher was on. He wasn’t getting away that easily.