Sliced apple with considerations, patter and toe-tapping pleasantries, are now the norm for Doldrums-Hilltop.

This land, these three bright wise women and their assorted men, were the cause of an annual holiday throughout the land.

The strange name of the place, came from a scientific conference held over the equinox some twenty-three years ago. Nothing was happening; even the rivers weren’t flowing from a town situated on the top of a hill. You could see how that would go.

Except they did not see anything to comment upon.

Some conference!

Exactly.