Josheph
Hot sun, wipes his forehead.
pokes the donkey a bit harder than usual
it stumbles forward, braying its disapproval.
He sighs, shakes his head.
This is going to be a long trip.
Mary
groans as the donkey lurches
but it is lost to the creak of the wheels
glad, doesn’t want Joseph to worry
wishes the donkey would hurry up
Donkey
these people are crazy!
first they hitch me up to a very heavy cart,
then they sick an even heavier woman into it and
load it full of stuff
and on top of all
that, this guy keeps poking me!
Maybe I’ll kick him
