Mary
Bustling market. Vendors shouting
Eye on some figs. Maybe some dates, for Joseph
Stops.
Stares.
A new poster, probably nothing.
Then
A flash of red.
The king’s seal!
looking closer,
gasping
running, forgetting the food.
Joseph
Sitting, staring at a piece of wood.
Finally picking up the saw,
beginning to cut
suddenly
the door bursts open
Mary dashes in, holding a paper under his nose.
he sees the seal.
Snatches the paper,
scans it through
grabs Mary’s hand
and rushes out, block of wood forgotten
Donkey
what on earth is WRONG with these people?!?!
