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December 25th : The Bear Facts

It was a starry night. So starry in fact that Number One, one third of the Magi Trio, squinted his eyes and exclaimed, "I can't see the Star of Bedlam!"

He was promptly slapped by Number Two. "By the grizzly beard of Zoroaster, I swear you are as blind as a dead goose, I tells ya! Take a gander at the confusion in the North sky. In the centre lies the Star of Bedlam."

"Ah, I see it now. It is the very vision of loveliness indeed.", replied Number One, mistaking the neon signpost of the Sultry Samaritan Stars night club for the Star of Bedlam.

"You'll be seeing a lot more stars if you continue blathering on like an idiot", grumbled the second, clenching his knuckles, wondering how the first qualified to be a Wise Man. He had heard of A Fool's Wisdom, but this took the cake.

"Be quiet, you two", replied Number Three. He was looking up at the sky. "There", he said, pointing, "The Star of Bedlam penetrates into the rear of Ursa Major. It is the constellation of the Great Bear. The Divine Ursine child must be close by. We must hurry."

They reached the crowded streets of the Holy City at nightfall. The first couldn't help commenting on the nightlife, "Did you see the size of her-", only to be slapped again and reminded that, "We are on a mission, el stupido" by the second. The first pondered over how the second would know and speak in Espanol, a language that would orginate a few hundred years later Anno Domini but let it pass attributing it to an oversight by the writers of this bibilical saga.

"Should we search the houses or taverns first?", asked the third.

"Let's search the stables", replied the first.

"This isn't the time for your fetishes, first. I'll get you a nice mare later.", said the third, frowning.

"No!", screamed Number One. "Trust me on this. I know where the Great Bear is. Follow me!" He ran towards the smelly stables.

The second and third slapped foreheads and shook heads in respective numeric order and followed the first.

They saw the Great Bear. He was barely a cub, a bear cub, with shaggy brown hair. Comfortable in the manger, with a mangy coat he looked the part. The Magi Trio were convinced. They fell to their feet. And sung praises of the Messiah.

"The Great Bear comes down to earth!"

"He's smarter than the average bear!"

As they raised their heads they saw the mother of the Great Bear. She was servicing a customer.

"She's no immaculate virgin!", screamed the first. "Heresy, I say!"

"Oh fiddlesticks, we got the wrong bear", said the third, in realisation.

And then the three Wise Men searched every stable in the Holy City finding only newborn piglets and foals until they entered the stable that shone with the light from heaven. They had found the Great Bear. And the rest is history, they say. Alternate history to be exact. In our world history tells us that a furniture maker's son played the part of the Messiah.

What became of the not so great bear? It turns out that the son of the mother of disputable virginity grew up to lead an eventful life.

This is the story of the Life of Bearyan. The Greatest Story Never Told.

posted by foogarky @ 12:42 PM,


At 5:07 AM, Blogger Shiro said...

lol. One of the best yet. XD


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