Two soldiers in the Foreign Legion got lost in the Sahara and wandered for days. Having run out of water, they were close to death, when they saw a miraculous sight on the horizon: a collection of brightly colored tents, of camels, of people.
They staggered toward the first person they saw. “Water!” they gasped. But the person ignored them, holding up a tall glass. “Pudding!” the person called. “Pudding and cake!”
They went to the next person. “Please, do you have anything to drink?” But again the person ignored them. “Get your berries and cake and custard here! Low prices!”
And everyone they approached was the same. The only words they heard were “Cake” and “Fruit” and “Custard.”
At last, despairing, they staggered out of the gathering. “We’re going to die,” said one, “But I must say, that’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Yes,” the other agreed, “it was a trifle bazaar.”