We are Kongs, said the creature from the depths of its armchair, which looked more and more like a gimbled travelling couch, and what we do is seek a star that has been foretold. When we reached the bakery wherein the star was predicted to rise in the yeast, we knocked upon the door.
Who is that there that comes to us in the middle of the rising of the bread. The Baker said from within.
We are three Kongs come to marvel at the fabled star, that will rise this day in the yeast. We bring wonderous gifts with which we intend to reward you, should you allow us to partake in this event.
I shall be wanting to know the quality of the gifts before I allow anyone in, said the Baker severely, but that being said, I am definitely interested.
Well, said Belinsar, the first Kong, I have brought you a microwave oven, as I understand this device has yet to be invented on your planet.
I got the word oven, said the Baker, but I have not come across a microslave, and if I had, I would not want to cook one.
No, no, no, said Belinsar, and he enunciated carefully, it is called a microwave oven and it is capable of heating things up very quickly and conveniently in a busy kitchen such as yours. Just plug it into an electric socket and away you go!
This is a marvel indeed, said the Baker, but I’m afraid the bit about electric sockets is beyond me, so you will have to stay outside and watch the rising through the window. Tell of the next gift that is being offered.
I, said Melisor the second Kong proudly, have brought to you a cocktail shaker set, made with the finest stainless steel and accompanied by a tiny booklet containing ten recipes which it claims are amongst the most famous and sought after.
Well, that sounds interesting I suppose, said the Baker, but I am not blown away. There are some exotic words there that do not resonate with any meaning for me. A cocktail is a pretty thing, though why you would invent a special object to shake one is beyond me. I can only assume that where you fine gentlemen have come from, the shaking of a cocktail has a deeper, perhaps religious connotation. I am definitely interested in the tiny recipe book though, so you may enter. Please keep out of my way and stand quietly in that corner.
I am intrigued now, to discover the third gift.
I, said Caspat proudly, have brought a vessel filled with a marvellous Oinkment.
I think you mean ointment do you not, said the Baker.
Ah no, said Caspar, this is Oinkment, very rare and hard to come by. Should you were wondering, it has nothing to do with pigs, which are fine, intelligent creatures which deserve more respect than they are usually accorded. No, this Oinkment is distilled from the distant sound of the rapids of the river Oink and is said to cure all ailments including, stiffness of the joints, a heavy heart, a case of the heebie jeebies, a hangover, a hangunder, tunnel vision, a persistent whooshing noise in ones ears, money troubles, arguments, sore ankles and many other troubling affairs, continued the third Kong, there is also a useful list of other ailments that the Oinkment can cure, which is stuck with a terrific adhesive to the side of the vessel for your guidance.
Well, said the baker, that is by far the best gift, do come in and bring your friend with his Microslave Oven as well. I have taken a liking to you all.
The Blue Knight put down his quill, sat back at his writing desk and rubbed his hands. This is going to be fun, he thought to himself.
Just then the Elder from the city of Az came into the cloister. How is the story coming, he asked the Blue Knight. I am right in the middle of it at the moment, can you come back later, said the Blue Knight. No problem said the Elder from the City of AZ, I just wanted to let you know that some visitors, known to you, have come to us with a request.
Just give me an hour or so to get this done and I’ll be right with you, said the Blue Knight.
The Guardians of the Cave 