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הסיפור שלנו מתחיל ביום

  • הסיפור שלנו מתחיל ביום סגרירי ואפל
  • night in Jerusalem. I, Melchizedek (my friends just call me "Mel"), had just completed the secret night rituals at Yeshivat HaMekubalim. I first heard the footsteps behind me,
  • and I froze behind the Yeshivat, where I had gone alone after the rituals. Now it seemed intensely bright though it was night. "I shouldn't turn and look, should I?" The Presence
  • struck me, like an obelisk from on high. "Don't mind me, The Presence, I'm looking by the Yeshivat for loot," I said. The Presence increased Its brightness, helping me find a dime.
  • To give thanks I sacrificed a goat, but The Presence wasn't interested. I bought vinegar with the dime, marinated the goat carcass & set up a Goat Sashimi stall by the Yeshivat.
  • Goat sashimi is fantastic. Instead of wasabi, I use deli mustard. The knuckleheads from the Yeshivat play grab kippa and snack. But the real money is setting up by Sukah.
  • Colonel Mustard asked, "Where is the Grey Poupon?" as he made a sandwich for himself. Mean Mr. Mustard said it was at the other end of the long table. Miss Ketchup intervened.
  • Miss Ketchup used to be a tomato before she hit the sauce. She said that Colonel Mustard was too seedy for her tastes. They had both spread themselves too thin by now. The fridge
  • had been home to all the condiments for years but it had been a grave mistake to trust Soy and Teriyaki with the accounts. Damn Asians though the fridge. Perhaps Mayo was behind
  • The oily baby shit green maybe mustard colored cloud that screamed Really Bad Fart to a stocato beat that stood between her and a complete condiment packet collection of 1972.

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