Harbali bent over in prayer and raised his legs to the heavens (otherwise known as the ceiling) in humble offerings when a cry of alarm resounded through the masses.
"The ginger infidel approaches! Take cover!"
"Hurry, Harbali, or you'll be sent to Flallah before the proper time!" Ramzi, Harbali's best friend in the compound, swept up his prayer rug as a look of urgency spread across his compressed face. Quickly, Harbali gathered his things and took after Ramzi as they made their way through the thousands of loyal brethren towards the Red Rock Caves (otherwise known as the holes in the bricks).
As he crawled into the cave, Harbali felt suddenly claustrophobic as flea after flea stormed into the shelter. Ramzi pushed his way through the crowd to stand by Harbali who looked out upon the garage. Taller than his partner, Ramzi leaned over and said cautiously, "Careful, my friend. The ginger infidel is extremely intelligent. We must make it to tomorrow's light!"
A silence swept over the caves as the ginger infidel sauntered over the cement landscape, and for the first time, Harbali knew the feeling of fear.