María (thinking): Still, I wish I could go with you. Strange fanciful ideas and all. You’ll probably meet people and see places like nothing I could imagine. Places that are beautiful . . . new . . . exotic . . .

. . . difficult to draw . . .

Three Years Later…

Man 1: María the scribe? Sure, everyone knows of her. Strange job, for a woman.

Man 2: Better than the job I hear she had in her hometown. If you know what I mean.

Man 1: Really? I was sure she left because of a scandal with a married man . . .

. . . Anyway, she works at the place two blocks that way, just past the temple.

The Donkey: Thanks, mister! You’ve been a big help!