John the Mysterious sayeth unto Roger the Divine and The Lord God Freddie "The wind hath thusly sprung up from the west and if We do-eth not leaveth at once, the trail willst be-eth covered in sand and We will ne'er find Brian the Wise!"

So they turneth off the cricket and head off, following the trail of hair and clog marks in the sand.

"Any sign-eth of Brian the Wise yet?" called The Lord God Freddie from the rear.

"Nay!" sayeth John the Mysterious who hath taken up the lead.

"Thee wonder-eth why He go-eth so far unto the desert?" wonder-eth Roger the Divine.

"Thee knowest not!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie, "Epiphanys must be-eth hard to find!" and He roareth laughing.

"He probably takes stereo-eth photos of camel farts and try-eth to pass them off as mysterious orbs!" howled Roger the Divine and He almost fell off His camel.

"Why doth Thou think He art losething His hair?" asked John the Mysterious.

"Thee knoweth not!" sayeth Roger the Divine "But Thee canst nay picture Him bald!" and He roared with laughter again and this time He didst thusly fall-eth off His camel.

"Oh! Thy arse hurts!" He sayeth.

"Thee ne'er thinketh Thee wouldst haveth trouble staying between two humps Roger!" sayeth The Lord God Freddie and He didst thusly roar laughing also and fall-eth off His camel.

"Come!" sayeth John the Mysterious, "Rise up and mount Thy camels for-eth We must nay lose sight of this trail"

And so Roger the Divine and The Lord God Freddie mounted their camels and They trekked on.