 Wow, that was a narrow thing. We nearly lost them. So my friend Mr. D.S.S. Isaiah was back in Bethlehem now, in Kando the Cobbler's shop in Manger Square once more. Not just for anybody to look at, oh no, but safely hidden away until the Bedouin Arab goat herds came to market next time. Of course no one knew yet that it was Mr. D.S.S. Isaiah.