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8.12.08

Approaching the lake

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As Mucky, my mouse, has woken up from his winter hibernation, Mahalath, concerned that one of the owls might have him for dinner, puts some of the more voracious owls out of the way into a small cave in which she finds an old manuscript. Approaching the shores of the lake, we chat about the best way to catch some fish, at this point John, our trader friend, turns up and says that he will trade our old manuscript for a some Roman arms, as he knows someone who will swap arms for a wooden chest for and someone else who will exchange a wooden chest for a triclinia, and someone else he knows will trade a triclinia for a fishing net. This sound over-complicated and unnecessary but he persuades us that, this way, everyone benefits and proceeds with the transactions. Something, however, goes amiss as the person who wanted the triclinia doesn’t actually have any fishing nets but, instead, offers John a finely made lulab. Now, we don’t have our ancient manuscript, or a fishing net, but, instead, we have a lulab. Mahalath is very gracious and says that it is a very nice lulab and will be useful for waving around at a festival, but she whispers to me that she thinks that John’s trading practices are completely insane.


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