I was on patrol with a squad of Clone troopers, marching through the desert of Tatooine. We had been traveling for days, our water supply had run out, and we were on the brink of collapse.
I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE DESERT ON A DEWBACK WITH NO NAME
And then suddenly, staggering over the crest of a large sand dune, we came upon a sight that brought relief to them all - a market place, spread out over the desert. Rows of colorful stalls, with their banners flapping in the breeze. It was a Jawa encampment.
The Clone Troopers were delighted. Filled with an extra surge of energy, we ran down the dune to the market.
Arriving at the first stall, we begged the stall-holder for water.
"I'm sorry," says the stall-holder, "all I have are these delicious puddings made from jelly and sponge and with a cream topping sprinkled with little chocolates."
Not to be deterred, the troopers move on to the next stall, pleading for water.
"Sorry, but I only have these bowls of pudding, made from jelly and sponge," says the man behind the counter.
DID JAWA JIN MAKE THESE?
We move on, but as we look down the rows of stalls, we could see that every single stall was selling exactly the same thing. As we move along, asking for water, we got the same response every time.
Finally, one of the stall-holders took pity on us, and told about an oasis not far away, so we leave the market, and head for the oasis.
As we were leaving, I turn to one of the other troopers and say "Hmmm. That was a trifle bazaar."