The Somnambule's Crime
The Filthy Little Prologue
These here three drunken priests wheeled a hollow sick-dress out to soften the fall of a local barmaid from a advertising plane. Which by the way reminds me of that ancient philosophic fountain maintained by the government for the sole purpose of washing drunkards' children. A nice civilized touch. Now it seemed like we were living in Ireland what with all the green shirts. A green shirt will eventually mature into a black shirt but it loses most of its flavor as the oils congeal. So ten diseased trees were felled, seven hot biscuit stands were constructed and four ingenious butchers sold veal to the gathering crowd and only one spectator fainted in the heat. A successful festival after all! That concludes the progress of the filthy little prologue.