ETTING   OME   O   LFANDRA

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Mithent's Confused Interdimensional Travels part 3

The two continue their tedious walk down the Purple Brick Road, accompanied by the mysterious music, which has a horrible tendency to remain playing over and over in your head for hours after you initially hear it.

Mithent looks up vaguely at the pink-tinged sky. "So, we've got to find some feelers we can click together, and a small dog called Toronto. See any of those balloon salesmen around?"

True to narrative causality, a balloon salesman emerges from a nearby shack, whistling in a somewhat flat pitch.

"Ah - could you -" Mithent begins, only to be stopped by an abrupt scream from the salesman, who runs off in the opposite direction.

"Maybe it's that these salesmen /just aren't used/ to two dragons walking along their road?" suggests the secretary cynically.

"Oh, well, you never know. Maybe those two had agrophobia." counters Mithent amiably. "But maybe we ought to change our appearance to be on the safe side."

At this, the magenta dragon stops, and waves a claw around above the pair's heads. After some muttering which sounds suspiciously like the first five lines to 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer', there is a brief flash of octarine light and, standing in the place of the two dragons, are two yellow-and-green-spotted canaries.

"Oh, great. The salesmen are really going to talk to two giant canaries." complains the secretary bird, the edge taken off the comment by her higher-than-normal tone.

"Well, you never know."