Friendship Festival

So many people were there at the friendship festival... Friend Blinky was there, with his majic cupcakes. Uncle Harvey and Aunt Constance were there...

I went behind the Friendship pavilion to smoke some cloves with my best friend Jeff McFagget, but ol' Mr. Brown was there and chased us away... So many people... So many people there at the friendship festival, which was held that May in 5759099876213774, the year of Our Lord.

Ol' Pete was there with his dog, Fergus. And so was Gastafon the Clown Rapist. Sweet Angelica was there, though I was to shy to speak to her. Steve Chesterton the school bully asked her to dance, and she accepted. I gave him the evil eye from the sidelines as they twirled past, and he spat at me.

Lost beyond dimensions I was, for 2 hours after taking a hit from Madman Joey, the Mapmaker's pipe, which is called Orthas, the Dream-Giver. I was brought out of this strange and wonderful state by the hands of Glopth, the ancient Mystic.

So many people were there that day at the friendship festival. Too many to count. And as night fell I imagined the horrors that awaited us all in the grip of sleep, alone in our dark visions, as had happened so many nights before through no fault of our own. These were the doings of Vligot, the enlightened one. So many people there... So many...

At the midnight hour, fireworks lit the sky, and when I looked over, I saw that Magwita had a tear in here eye. "What is it?" asked I. And she smiled and said, "Nothing, it just reminded me of pancakes."

And there all at once I was hungry, but without foods to eat, for the eating hour had not yet come.