A Man and His Donkey Part 4

There I and my donkey were in the big city of Jerusalem, the chopping sounds of my donkey’s hooves on the stone paved street mingled with the general clamor of a big city. We had followed the mad preacher and his disciples for quite some time and we were glad that we could now find a place to stay. I had sold the bread in the town where the flying mass of pigs event happened so my heavy pockets jingled with every lurch in the saddle, but being the cheapskate that I am, I instead was going to stay at a cousin’s house. Leaving the main street, my donkey and I took to the alleys and eventually found our way through the rather confusing streets and arrived at my cousin’s house. By this time my donkey was suitably annoyed to the point where as I was dismounting, the donkey bucked and flung me into the wooden door which crashed inward into the house. Sprawled on top of the door, my cousin crouched down by my head and said, “I see you still have not gotten rid of that donkey of yours.” I simply grunted at the remark and rolled off the door. 

The donkey was stabled out back and I was upstairs preparing for our own meal when I noticed that next door that someone was lighting candles. Curious, I looked out the window and saw that it was the mad preacher and his followers. They went inside and that was all that I heard of them for some time. I was carrying a bag of oats back to my spawn of the devil donkey when I heard the commotion. I rushed out into the streets in time to see a large mob headed by one of the mad preacher’s disciples and the head priests. Something was going to happen and it might turn out rather ugly. I didn’t want to get involved, but something held me out there as if I were to be a witness to what would happen next. What happened next was a surprise. One the disciples cut off an ear of a high priest in defense of the mad preacher, but the mad preacher healed the ear and told his followers to stand down. From what I could see of his face was that mad preacher was expecting this and looked somewhat reluctant, but resolved to go through whatever was happening. A strange conflict of emotions to observe, I tell you. The mad preacher was under arrest for something or other and tomorrow he would no doubt be brought forth to face the Roman governor.