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Piped Music Feels Nice "Hairy man took the bad vibe away," say denizens. |
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Yesterday, at the Magic Hat Café,
several musicians ate their fears and played some tunes with a hairy
tallness known simply as "The Minstrel". Some say he is really a
fop called Peter.
Holey Tubes! When provoked for a response, the jaunty bunch declared that they had no idea that they would come so far, so soon, but it seemed they had not left the Café. When held for questioning, Peter merely blabbed, "Don't ask me! I just say whatever seems right." Several denizens queried this. Meanwhile, in another part of the Café, a handful of drum slappers got together to make some tentative sounds. Within moments, an |
assortment of drum-banging techniques had been
explored, and enthused denizens said they wanted to beat a groovy rhythm that
evening.
Potter Spotted Unfettered, strawberry-flavoured paranoia abounded this afternoon as young members of the community were seen to be duplicating Potter's wand and decorating it with glitter and paint. Gibbering elders said they couldn't tell which was the real one and it affected them deeply. A young child carelessly laughed. |
As children disappeared at dusk, several parents drank tea in the Café as if nothing odd was going on. Two men aimlessly circled the area in order to gracefully bump into things, but heard shouts and laughter coming from a nearby comely yurt. Upon completion of a possible series of ear-stretching operations, it could have become clear in another dimension that stories were being told beneath the picturesque canvas. No children were available for juicy comments. Sparkly Night Finally, with a strikingly
tenuous link, it was slowly noted that some shiny stars could be seen
each evening. Some raving denizens spotted various predictable
constellations, and pointy new ones were also introduced by popular
demand. |
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