The one Disciple shuffled from slipper to slipper uncomfortably as the other Disciples took one full step away from him.

The Master, head bowed and an index finger stabbing either side of his head, slowly massaging his temples in a rotating motion.

The one Disciple crouched low and shuffled forward in an attempt to reconnect with the Master “so um…. these mountains… any feel on which one would be like the right one”

The Master slowly raised his head, a pained expression painted across his face; he muttered “there’s always the ‘one’, always”

The room was filled with dramatic tension. The Disciples, again as one coordinated organism took another step, this one a little big than the first, away from the one Disciple and the Master. Inappropriate Ralph released a loud cheek clapping fart. The Disciples like a school of fish took another collective step – this time to the right, away from a very nervous Ralph.

With his long yellow stained fingernails, the Master beckoned claw-like to the ‘one’ to come much closer. His fingers curled out and back with each shuffle the one Disciple took until they were almost touching nose to nose.

The Master slipped a small heavy object into the one Disciples deep pocket and whispered “this will save you some time”.

In an attempt to hear the exchange, the disciples took a series of smaller shuffles towards the Master while remaining clear of Inappropriate Ralph who had taken to inspecting the stitching in his tunic with the faith’s huge textured logo.

A circle cut into quadrants – one filled with deep blue shimmering material, another with yellow swirls, the third featuring the outline of a giant green tree, and the last, a snow capped triangular mountain.

Later that evening while hunting down Inappropriate Ralph over a misunderstanding during pray – Dennis discovered the Master’s secret collection of enlightenment. In a small narrow room immediately off the monastery’s giftshop. It contained hundreds and hundreds of snow globes. Each containing a single snow capped mountain. Rows upon rows of them…. one was missing. One snow globe and one disciple.

Inappropriate Ralph glanced quickly between Dennis and the empty space where a snow globe should have been and then passed wind. All the little mountains disappeared under an unexpected and violent snowstorm.