Enter, abruptly, carrying a bundle of sticks, ABIASAPH, propelled by PHINEAS with a spear.
AARON Well, if it isn’t my zealot of a grandson. Who’s this you’ve got in custody, Phineas?
PHINEAS His name’s Abiasaph. We found him just now scrounging for wood in the brush. I was going to gut him on the spot, but the other witnesses talked me out of it—said I should leave it to you and uncle Moe to decide what to do with him.
MOSES (to ABIASAPH) Is this true? You were gathering wood?
ABIASAPH And so what if I was? Do I deserve to be threatened with disembowelment over a few crummy sticks?
MOSES The law couldn’t be clearer. You’re not allowed to lift a finger on Saturday.
ABIASAPH All the same, I’m not about to apologize for having two sick kids in my tent. Without a fire, how’s my wife supposed to boil them up some manna?
PHINEAS You believe this? He’s not even embarrassed to admit he was planning to burn those sticks! I say I get his first-born and spit him on my spear.
AARON That’s going a little far, don’t you think? It’s just some wood, after all. It’s not as if you’d caught him miscegenating with a Midianite. I say we confiscate the sticks and let him off with a warning.
PHINEAS What about it, uncle Moe? Do we slap his wrist, or cut it off?
MOSES I think, in this particular case, I’d better consult a higher authority.