So - I got the idea when I looked at the post Monday, but I didn't get it finished until (literally) just now. I hope you like it. (And just FYI: "Chaim" - the Hebrew word for "life," is basically pronounced "HI-yum" - but combined into one syllable)
by Joanne Sher
Grazing near the hitching post behind The Belthlehem Inn, Chaim the donkey searched in vain for a water trough. People? Everywhere. Hay? Plenty. But water? Nowhere.
Chaim dropped to the ground and scratched his back against the brush. “So much better. Now where can I get a drink?”
Fumbling as he attempted to rise, the donkey spotted a small building off in the distance. “Looks like a stable.”
Chaim strode toward it, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. He sped up as he heard rustling inside, but as he approached, his eyes widened. Human voices? A giggle?
Chaim's ears perked up. He knew those people. But why were they in the stable?
A high pitched wail rang through the stable walls, then ended. As Chaim walked in, he smiled at its source.
His former rider and her husband, standing over a water trough – and inside, a newborn baby wrapped in cloths. Chaim inspected the little one, rubbing up against him and sniffing his tiny fingers. The baby responded with a sigh, and his mother with a rub on Chaim's back. Chaim stuck his dry tongue out in the hopes of a few drops around the child in the trough. Again, nothing.
“You won't find any water here – just our precious baby.” Mary smiled and gazed down at the infant.
The donkey let out a dry cough. Joseph carried a small bucket and placed it under Chaim's nose. “For you, my donkey friend. I am afraid we have been busy since we left you.” He and Mary chuckled.
As he lapped up the water, he heard another strange sound.
“An angel told us to come here to see the Savior.”
Chaim gazed at the shepherds in awe. He had been carrying precious cargo.
Hope you enjoyed the story - be sure to stop by Susanna's post and see all the other amazing entries!
My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. Psalm 45:1