I am pleased and so were they. They told me.

Deep inside the cave there was daylight, fresh water and sunshine.

People sat on striped fabric deckchairs.

Cats licked the bowls of milk left for them.

An eagle approved.

Rhythmic realms and long roads to freedom.

As sounds deliver answers and roads traveled connect us, we can choose so many items, adopt so many ideas and hatch new wonders.

Down to the line.

And then some.

Dim light was put out of its misery by the electric rays of an altogether warmer world.

Sending a telegram used to be a mark of a significant event.

Now we can see firework displays and eat potatoes roasted on an open mesquite-logged fire.

Down to the last blade of grass, we will sign the letters of greeting.

I don’t get it. It does not matter today.

Shall we sing now? Dance? Act? Operate?

Oh to be an architect now that spring is here.

Time to sue and time to negotiate, before the summer comes and we go fishing at the lake.

We can agree on things!

Trimmed with gold-colored polyester and plastic beads, they wore these robes as a sign of nobility.

The townspeople walked about in gold and diamonds, sometimes the practical ones wore titanium trimmed with platinum.

But everybody aspired to own plastic, cardboard and synthetic fibres.

Long live the king.