Two brothers from Mongolia opened up this place selling camel’s milk.

Two brothers from Mongolia opened up this place selling camel’s milk. They brought their own camels, all the way from Mongolia. I was interested, so I paid them a visit. They happened to be milking the camels when I came in. It wasn’t what I expected. Bilguun cried out, “Jargal, oh my brother Jargal, please, please take this bucket of milk, for it is a precious gift to us and our customers, so I bid you, I beg you, I beseech you, spill not a drop.” Jargal fell on his knees and beat his breast. He said, “Son of my mother, I will do that for you, Bilguun, as surely as the sun rises in the east.” Bilguun replied, “Alas and alack, my kinsman, our days on this sweet earth are numbered, as surely as the pages of a book.” At this, they fell into each others’ arms weeping. I was totally befuddled. I asked, “What on earth is going on?” Jargal got to his feet, casually brushed off his knees, and pointed to the stalls of camels. “Don’t you know? This is a drama dairy.”