<strong>Moussad ~ taking the long way to Throckbottle</strong><br/><br/>It wasn’t a secret. Apparently Madison was an instant celebrity. Aside for the usual birth given Moussad as he dragged someone behind, now there was a different feel to the divide made for him to move thru.<br/><br/>“Morning Moussad!” several people he didn’t know piped up.<br/><br/>“Sure fine!” Moussad replied.<br/><br/>“Lovely day isn’t it?” Other remarked.<br/><br/>“Sure fine!” Moussad replied again.<br/><br/>“Hey, loved the show!” A maintenance worker commented as he passed them carrying a ladder.<br/><br/>“Sure fine!” he replied a third time.<br/><br/>Moussad stopped at the T junction. He stopped for two reasons. He stopped because he wanted to turn right in a crowded intersection. The second reason he stopped was because the intersection was blocked by cheering fans.<br/><br/>It looked like a mob. There were cardboard signs waving in the air. He saw but could not read; U ROK!!! Or the very popular; Madison heart followed by U.  His eyes narrowed. His hand to the hilt of the dagger. The cheers sound like chanting death threats.<br/><br/>“Mad-Ah-Son! Mad-Ah-Son!”<br/><br/>But there were so many. It would take twenty minutes to kill them all, and she would be late to the dance lesson. He had heard the dance instructor was very strict and did not wish to cause trouble on his beautiful slave’s first day.<br/><br/>He put his hands in the air to silence them.<br/><br/>“ She not good yet! Promise!!” Moussad shouted above the chanting.<br/><br/>Then the camel trader in him came forward. It was breeding. Centuries of successful men trading camels for good in a harsh desert. It was that part that took over.<br/><br/>“I make her song many stuffs. Next day!! You come!! Big difference!!”<br/><br/>The cheers drowned out his voice for a moment. His voice soared thru the corridor.<br/><br/>“I like you. I give deal. I take care from you. Tomorrow she wiggle and song!” His hands up and he smiled as if he were selling the only camel left knowing it was ancient and probably would keel over dead if it stood up too quick.<br/><br/>“How bout that?” He shouted then turned to her and whispered. “Quick quick.”<br/><br/>He took that first magnanimous step. Then another. Smiling all the while they were walking thru the crowd as if it was a gauntlet. Time was getting short. She could not be late to the lesson. He came her a tug to walk faster as he cut the corner sharply.<br/><br/>For the love of allah were they following?<br/>