Libing

Trotting along the dirt path, the lazy boy took to the side of the clever boy.

"I'm glad we think alike." he said, "We shouldn't have to wade through the mud just waiting to get shot."

The clever boy nodded looking elsewhere.

"It would be risky with only five people."

The clever boy turned towards his peer, "Have you been here before?"

"The mountain?" asked the lazy boy.

"Oh, just the general area."

The lazy boy thought for a moment, "Well... not much. It's not really a religious place right?"

"Uh--well, I believe there's only one Catholic church here," remarked the clever boy, "But there should be plenty of mosques."

"Moss?"

"Mosque."

...

A cold breeze of wind passed through.

"Brr--this storm sure is bad, huh." remarked the lazy boy.

"Yes.

...

"Perhaps, if we left earlier, we'd avoid the storm entirely."

...

Their conversation quickly died down. The old man turned his attention to the other duo, but they were speaking softly, whispering. Too quiet for his old ears, no matter how sharp they were in his youth.
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