The Fjestival

It is a festival! Happy festival! Fjestival fjestival!

Ah, the guests have arrived. Hello, guests. How are the guests doing, now that they have entered my home in this lush river valley? Of course the guests are well, for they have entered my home in this lush river valley for the festival. There are foodstuffs on the table: shrimp and vegetables (cauliflower, peppers, tomatoes, carrots, and broccoli) and vegetable-dip and crackers and cracker-spread. The table has a fascinating history; it used to be white, you know, but some say it is yellow. Its previous owner was once a local insult. There is a television set over there, and it is yellow. Elbow, pillow, both yellow. It is time for baseball! That man is part bee. We know this because he wears a yellow shirt. Also, he has antennae; therefore, he is part bee but not whole bee. He must bowl now, and his ball is pink. No! It is red. Or was it blue? No! It is yellow. The ceiling is yellow. The truck is yellow. Yellow! The monkey is yellow. Yes, it is a reed organ in the Wall, classically symbolic of death. It is time to eat. There are two varieties of meat and macaroni and cheese (in case Bob had not left, which he did) and green beans and potatoes and bread and desserts. Also, there is tea and water and sodapop to drink. Nice tea, nice water, nice sodapop. Yellow tea, yellow water, yellow sodapop. Runaround and runaround and squeal! Hurrah! Chocolate? No. Yes! Chocolate! Play the pianoforte, my young friend. Me! You! Yellow! You can reach a fourth, little one. Watch my hand. Runaway! Runaway! Kill the deer. Kill them dead with your guns! Kill the men. Kill them dead with your guns! Kill them with your cars, on the beaches, in the streets. Steal their possessions, the rednecks and the Chinamen alike, but do not tell them where you hid them, for they have guns. They will kill you dead with their guns. In hunting, the greatest lunatic will win every time. Six points eight points ten points see my antlers: they are yellow. Yellow antlers, yellow points. Let us fly! Let us bowl. Rock out! Drive the truck and toss the ball, but not that ball. Hide that away, OK? Weeping and wailing for the teeth, eh? Oh no! Now we cannot settle the unknown! I am sorry, my seafaring friends, but revenge must come another day. Tomorrow? I do not know. Let us rock out instead! Hadrian and Commodus have requested audience with me. The emperors themselves? Oh, yes! Let me melt your faces first, if that is all right. Of course, by all means! Thank you! Excellent! Thrilling! Yellow! Pillow! Yellow pillow! Yellow pillow elbow! Goodbye. The festival is over.

It was a festival! Happy festival! Fjestival fjestival!