They had spent their entire lives as nomads in central asia, moving around the semi-desert with their flock of goats, until war had come. Then, their flock stolen and killed by by the pillaging armies of the warlords, their tents burnt, their few possessions looted, and penniless, they had managed to make their way to a civilised and peaceful country. Now father and son stood in the entrance hall of the Immigration Offices of their host country, waiting to make their application for asyluml. They looked in wonder at their surroundings - the intricately patterned tiling of the floor, the polished marble columns and the magnificently decorated walls, but especially they were entranced by the two shiny, silver doors that slid apart and then together again without the assistance of any human agency.
The boy asked, "Father, what are these doors that open and close by magic? Should we enter them, for I am fearful of them. What dangers lie beyond them? What if they close when we are half way in, shall we not be crushed to death?" The father responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life before and, for the life of me, I really don't know how this could ever be."
While the boy and his father watched, a fat old woman in a wheel chair rolled up to the silver doors which opened before her and the chair and the woman rolled between them into a very small room. The doors closed behind her and the boy and his father watched in wonder as a light appeared above the doors, flickered, and moved up, flickered and moved up again, and again, and again, until it finally stopped. After a pause of some two or three minutes the light began to descent in stages, one at a time, until finally it reached the bottom again. The the doors opened again, and to their amazement out stepped gorgeous, voluptuous 24 year old blonde woman.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, then said quietly to his son.....
"GO FETCH YOUR MOTHER".
