One fine spring day Hummus and Pita came home to find their Dolma waiting for them.
“It is time,” she said, “that you boys learn to make your way in the world. Hummus, since you are the eldest, you need to lead the way. Here are ten tzatziki. Go use them to make your fortune. But beware the Foul Mudammas!”
Hummus was a fine strapping lad, but none too bright. Fortunately, he was blessed with the confidence of the stupid, and so he was sure he could turn ten tzatziki into a fortune.
About a mile down the road, he ran into the Baba Ghanoush. “Greetings, Baba Ghanoush,” he said.
She looked at him with her one good eye. “Young man, I see you have ten tzatziki. Would you like to turn that into a fortune?”
Hummus was pleased to see that opportunity was coming so quickly. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “How do I do that?”
“I suggest,” the Baba Ghanoush said pleasantly, “that we play for it. Perhaps a round of Tabouleh?”
Hummus loved games, and so they had a go of it.
(to be continued)