Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Trying to speak during a caravan, but not knowing exactly what to say

The small caravan came to a stop. They had been traveling for days. The leader of the caravan, a small man with a dearth of teeth, had stopped them. He climbed up to the top of his small vehicle and looked out over all the others. Opening his mouth, it looked for a moment as if he were about to speak. He didn’t say anything, however, and quickly shut his mouth. He climbed down from atop his vehicle and got back inside of it. The caravan started slowly back up.

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