The Wholly Book of Exodus

On April 1, 2002 Mohammed Kareem Jihad, a fourteen-year-old April Fool Palestinian revolutionary, was ascending a rocky ledge along rugged cliffs that bordered the western banks of the Dead Sea. Exhausted from his climbing enterprise, young Jihad stopped to rest his weary body. The vernal radical lit a Camel cigarette and casually surveyed the landscape below. Everything seemed calm and serene.
When Mohammed Kareem Jihad lazily leaned backwards his gaunt frame slipped through a narrow crevice situated between two limestone crags. The disoriented youth rose to his knees, inspected his surroundings and soon realized that he had fallen into a cave (containing a remarkable ancient artifact). In the center of the small hollow was an urn, a well’ preserved remnant from Hebrew antiquity that the intruder had interpreted as being a ‘dumb piece of worthless junk.’
Instead of sticking his hand inside the urn to feel for any contents, impetuous Mohammed followed his terroristic instincts by pulling the pin of a hand grenade and tossing the explosive device into what was surely a great archeological discovery. When the bomb exploded prematurely Mohammed Kareem Jihad had not yet exited the cave. Besides pottery shrapnel, two leather objects bound with straps (strapnel) blasted out of the ancient urn and instantaneously collided with the back of the Palestinian lad’s skull, knocking him unconscious.