The Great Prophet was strolling along the shoreline of the Black Sea eating homemade onion ice cream when a harlot approached him.
“Tell me, Teacher,” the woman said, “what do you say of the Muslims and Christians in the town? How is your way different from theirs?”
“Hold on,” Subezh said. “Ouch! I’m getting an ice cream headache.”
“Do you need some water?” the harlot asked.
“No,” the Great Prophet replied, “just me a second.”
“Wow,” Subezh said. “That really hurt.”
“Has it passed?” the harlot asked.
“Yes,” Subezh said. “Now what did you want to aske me?”
“What do you say of Muslims and Christians?” the harlot said. “How are your techings different.”
Subezh did not answer the question immediately, instead he cast his gaze far off toward the horizon.
“Look ay the hillside,” the Great Prophet said, pointing at the rolling hills. “Is that a herd of goats? Are they lost without their goatherd?”
“Teacher, I understand,” the harlot said. “Truly your wisdom is as deep as the sea.”
The harlot left the Great Prophet and walked away rapt in deep contemplation of the words of the Master.
“Yabul,” Subezh said to his faithful friend, “can you see a goatherd up there? Perhaps someone’s livestock has escaped from a pen.”
Lo and the goats had escaped from a nearby farm. Thus it was that Subezh and Yabul sat beside the sea eating onion ice cream and watching as three men tried to capture the goats ad return them to their pen.
Remembered and “filled in” a bit by Yabul Vonke.
