The Christmas Scene- Chapter 4( Uncle Percy Family)

We had lost Tamara, Pepper, and Zack. Now we had Aunt, Uncle, the triplets, Leo, Alexandra, Max, and Mrs. Lavigne. I hoped they were together. To think all this nonsense started because of a fortune cookie! I never wanna eat Asian again! Oh, who am I kidding? I love fortune cookies.

Back to the dramatic past, we’re living in. We stopped for lunch. We had bread and milk, and the uncle had a shower. Ever since that dinner the last good dinner we had, uncle had been spilling stuff all over himself. “Milky uncle! Milky uncle,” Millie and Rebecca squealed. At least they were happy. Without Tamara, we were running low on scrap material, so I took over, turning my tunics and belts into clothes she would probably wear. Tyson was happily playing with scrap material. Uncle kept on driving the cart, and Leo and Alexandra were with Max on the time machine.

After a while of driving at random speeds, Mille puked. On Rebecca. Rebecca puked on me. I did not puke. It turned out Millie had a bout of stomach flu and had graciously passed it on to Rebecca. They were in no condition to go on. So aunt took the two of them and stopped at the nearest inn. Thankfully, the Tylenol in her purse stayed Tylenol. So she had enough medicine to help them. She would meet us at the barn by following The Star. Gee, it seemed like the whole team was dependent on the star. Why not go to Bethlehem, like we were?

After getting off the cart, Millie looked considerably better and Rebecca was following her big sister’s (By two seconds) footsteps. They had Tylenol, slept well, had a good breakfast, and were fresh and ready by the next day. Aunt went outside and ran into Tamara. She had come to the inn, in regular clothes, for once, to get breakfast for the others. It was a miracle how the separated members of our team kept on running into each other. Well, at least they didn’t have to make the journey alone. Millie jumped straight for Tamara and gave her a huge hug. Boy, you don’t see your favorite sister for a night, and you go crazy. After giving Tamara that hug, Mille got sick. Thank goodness it wasn’t on Tamara! Still, Tamara took off her tunic and revealed her idea of normal. Her halter top and super short shorts. There was the Tamara we knew and loved. The girl who wore a mini-skirt on Christmas and didn’t feel cold.

While aunt was riding a cart with team 2, Max, Leo, Alexandra, Mrs. Lavigne, uncle, and I were freezing. We were using spare cloaks, scrap material, food bags, and whatever we could find to keep warm. Our mules seemed to be okay, but we still draped a cloak on them. Even they needed to stay warm. Tyson, who chose to stay with us, was sneezing, and all the medicines were in aunt’s purse. I wrapped him up in some spare fabric, and just in case, put a bit of my cloak around his shoulders. He was a little better after that. Max’s nose turned red, and her lips were turning blue. Poor her!

We broke for lunch. I took advantage and started a fire. We cooked some rice, then warmed up around the fire. We were having everything with cheese or milk. So for a change, Mrs. Lavigne made rice pudding. Yum! I found a book in my bag. With my luck, it was about the biblical period. I read through it, with my uncle. While we were reading, a few guards came. They attempted to arrest Max. Tamara’s bag had her make up in it. And with a bit of luck, it was next to me. I loaded the powder puffs with foundation, rouge, lipstick, and perfume, then threw them at the guards. “Bullseye,” I yelled. Then we got on the cart, gathered our stuff, and rode like our lives depended on it. Because they did!

We rode on for about two hours before the cart broke. We loaded our stuff on one mule, and the time machine on the other. Well, at least we could keep up with Mary and Joseph. It was pretty cold, and wooden shoes didn’t help. So the next time we stopped, I made socks. So no frostbite for us.

Meanwhile, Zack, Pepper Tamara, Millie, Rebecca, and Aunt Maureen were comparatively warmer than us. At least they didn’t have to walk like us, and they weren’t lugging around a huge time machine. Lucky them. Tamara took her footwear a level higher, by making shoes from the sandal’s wooden sole. Seriously, that girl should become a designer. Maybe some of her clothes were picked up by people here. I mean, after she changes clothes, she just tosses the previous outfit away, like it’s a one-time use thing. Back to our dreary, frosty situation.

 Aunt’s team was facing a situation. They had no food. So aunt bartered out some old tunics for a few gallons of milk and five loaves of bread. Now we go on to the BCE cooking show! Today’s guest: Mrs. Maureen Smith! Today’s dish: goat cheese! The recipe. First, you attempt to boil milk in a wooden pan. Then you remember this is the BCE and there are no pans. Then you dig through your 21rst century purse and find a flask and a metal bowl. Pour the milk into the bowl. Boil it. Skim the cream. Then, you pour the boiled milk in the flask, find a lemon in your 21rst century purse, and squeeze it into the milk, then you shake it. After that insanely long sentence, you should have a nice lump a cottage cheese.

After aunt attempted to make cottage cheese and failed miserably, she decided cooking was not her thing. So that’s a gallon of milk they’ll never get back. Gee, I wonder how long w’ell take to reach Bethlehem.