Harrison was surprised to see the sheep and goats being walked through the lobby. He approached the front desk. “Excuse me?” he said.
The innkeeper, a tired-looking, white-bearded man, approached him. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you a room,” he said. “We’re full.”
“Excellent!” Harrison replied. “The other inns had vacancies. That’s how I knew they weren’t the right one.”
“You’re happy I have no available rooms?” the confused innkeeper asked.
“I am,” Harrison added. “I’m not actually looking for a room.”
“You’re not here for the census?”
“No, I’m just passing through. I was hoping you might help me locate an old friend. He would have arrived with his wife and a donkey.”