A minivan bumped along the windy roads in

A minivan bumped along the windy roads in the Himalayas as Tsewang the guide toured him through Bhutan, past Yaks and Takins and Monasteries

toilet paper, which is understandable. However, by the time he got to checkout he also had a crate of prune wine, 26,000 paperclips, and a 40 lb sack of jelly beans. "Rahula, why d

on't you check out the special on loin cloths in aisle 6?" said Indira the cashier. Rahula returned with 365 shrinkwrapped loin cloths,a build-it-yourself bed of nails,4000 post-it

-posts and a packet of delicious jerky (for the desiccating salt). Indira almost wanted to point out Rahula could simply launder the loin cloths to reuse them, but profits were of

little consequence when the flood wiped out everything around them. Indira searched for Rahula in the muddy waters but could not find anything but a freshly cleaned loin cloth hung

out to dry on some driftwood. Indira surmised that either Rahula was running around without his loin cloth or he had been spotted by Ford Models and was now posing for GQ.

It was at the doctor's office next Tuesday when Indira picked up the latest issue and saw her beloved Rahula on the front cover. Is that ermine? Indira wondered.

Rahula had never before worn animal fur coats, as far as Indira knew. Her chinchilla went everywhere with her, even on the bus or train. The Mt. Everest staff greeted her

with poise and honorifics, all while eyeing the small chinchilla dog. That little bitch would become fur pelt by the time this visit was over.