It's today, apparently. Let's see what you've got. Here's mine:
A lawyer, a Hittite, and a Priestess of Bast are traveling a cross-country on foot, exploring places off the beaten path. One evening a tremendous thunderstorm strikes and sends them fleeing for shelter. The trio find an old farm house with a small barn nearby. There is a light on inside the house.
They knock on the door of the house and a grizzled farmer answers. The three explain their situation. The farmer is moved, but explains he only has two spare bedrooms. “This is a holy house, so I can’t have any of you doubling up. One of you will have to sleep in the barn.”
After some discussion, the Hittite graciously offers to sleep in the barn and disappears in that direction with a blanket and pillow. A short while later, as the farmer is climbing back into his own bed, there is a knock at the door. The farmer goes back downstairs to find the Hittite there.
“I’m sorry,” says the Hittite, “There is a pig in your barn. I consider those animals unclean and I am not comfortable sleeping near it.” The Priestess of Bast, overhearing from her room, emerges and offers to take the barn.
Not long after she leaves, as the farmer is just pulling the covers up to his chin, there is another knock at the door. The farmer groans and throws off his covers. He goes back downstairs. The Priestess is there.
“Apologies. There is a dog in your barn. Such an animal is the mortal enemy of the cat and reviled by me. I cannot sleep near that beast.”
The lawyer, having overheard this time, emerges. “I’ll take the barn. I don’t have a problem with animals.” He trudges out into the rain and everyone goes back to bed.
Not five minutes later, before the farmer can even get fully back into bed, there is a tremendous banging on the front door. Cursing, the farmer goes back downstairs and flings the door open. Standing there are the pig and the dog.
A lawyer, a Hittite, and a Priestess of Bast are traveling a cross-country on foot, exploring places off the beaten path. One evening a tremendous thunderstorm strikes and sends them fleeing for shelter. The trio find an old farm house with a small barn nearby. There is a light on inside the house.
They knock on the door of the house and a grizzled farmer answers. The three explain their situation. The farmer is moved, but explains he only has two spare bedrooms. “This is a holy house, so I can’t have any of you doubling up. One of you will have to sleep in the barn.”
After some discussion, the Hittite graciously offers to sleep in the barn and disappears in that direction with a blanket and pillow. A short while later, as the farmer is climbing back into his own bed, there is a knock at the door. The farmer goes back downstairs to find the Hittite there.
“I’m sorry,” says the Hittite, “There is a pig in your barn. I consider those animals unclean and I am not comfortable sleeping near it.” The Priestess of Bast, overhearing from her room, emerges and offers to take the barn.
Not long after she leaves, as the farmer is just pulling the covers up to his chin, there is another knock at the door. The farmer groans and throws off his covers. He goes back downstairs. The Priestess is there.
“Apologies. There is a dog in your barn. Such an animal is the mortal enemy of the cat and reviled by me. I cannot sleep near that beast.”
The lawyer, having overheard this time, emerges. “I’ll take the barn. I don’t have a problem with animals.” He trudges out into the rain and everyone goes back to bed.
Not five minutes later, before the farmer can even get fully back into bed, there is a tremendous banging on the front door. Cursing, the farmer goes back downstairs and flings the door open. Standing there are the pig and the dog.