Roman looked at the miles of sand ahead.
He looked at his reddened and sun-dried toes poking out of his sandals and could feel every single grain of sand that touched his feet.
He had an idea and grabbed his second-in-command, who was sheltering beneath a palm tree, surrounded by almost all of the hundred centurions. The remaining four were splashing about in a tiny puddle oasis nearby.
“Augustus Julius,” Roman began, looking up to the most clear sky-blue coloured sky he’d ever seen, “this is ridiculous. We can’t keep trudging through the sands like this. Get the men to gather as many pebbles as they can find.”
Soon after, ninety-four hot centurions and four muddy ones dispersed around the nearby area, collecting anything remotely pebble-like.
Not long after that, they returned. Some had two pebbles, but the majority had one. Roman asked them to arrange the pebbles on the sand as if they were laying a road.
When finished, the road was about two metres long. Roman was slightly disappointed, but being leader, he didn’t show it. “OK, then,” he commanded, “Oscus, Victus, Relfus and Sagittarius, being the most muddy, you will have to constantly move the trodden on pebbles from the back to the front, so the road will be forever opening up before me, until we reach Rome.”
The pebbles didn’t help Roman’s feet any, but they taught the centurions not to play in muddy waters ever again.
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