If you give a moose a muffin, he will ask for a glass of milk, or something like that.
If you travel from Jerusalem to Ein Gedi for a little day hike, you will pass through wide swaths of occupied territory in the West Bank, or something line that.
You will stop at a small gas-station-oasis, decked with the flags of your native land.
There you will meet a group of stocky, heavily armed soldiers, decked with the flags of your native land.
The shelves will be heavily stocked with Pringles and Starbucks, but the camels tied outside will remind disoriented visitors that they are still in the Orient, as will the station’s workers who will, of course, be Natives.
There will be a sign in your native tongues “the lowest place in the world,” and you might recognize the devastating pun. Or maybe not.