Kaha grabs the sticky end and pulls; unravelling the entire roll of
duct tape, and winding himself securely therein. He flops and hops
about the meadow like a manic embryo in a coccoon whose time is
come. He finally comes to rest on the bank of a creek, and nibbles
at a mushroom growing there. HappyShel whips out his drumsticks, and
proceeds to produce a rhythm on Kaha's duct-taped hide. Others join
in, and children of Light appear from the forest and dance.
Devil-sticks whirl and fly, bards with guitars join in the tapestry;
a huge, bright and glorious rainbow arches over the children from
the dawn of time, who carry their wisdom and laughter into the
present age and all ages.
(cross-posted from alt.gathering.rainbow.misc)
Bob, your words are *always* gems!
Loving you all!
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