There were
rumours that something wondrous had happened. Odd: things seemed pretty normal
for this time of year. Too many visitors, not enough accommodation and difficulty
of sleeping because of that wretched bright star in the sky. But as an aspiring
reporter there was no way he was going to miss a scoop; his friend Benji who
delivered pizzas in Bethlehem said the three old guys who ordered last night
seemed pretty smart and wanted to pay him in gold. And there was an odd smell
around their tent. And it wasn’t just the camels. That’s where he would start.