Late in the evening a small group of baboons gathers round a fire not far from the Sun Dome temple.
An important looking baboon speaks.
HZ: Ok, Ok, Thank You.
[noise subsides]
HZ: I would like to welcome you all to the tird meeting of the Sun County Carnival Planning Committee. My name is Habjab Zelazi and I am in charge of proceedings around here.
Baboon-1: Tings are getting pretty hot, Habjab man. We don't reckon The Pike wants this carnival to go ahead. We reckon he's going to break it up.
HZ: Hold it one second, man, I haven't' introduced our newest, and yellowest, recruit yet. I'm sure he's going to be a lot of help to us.
Baboon-2: How's it going Yelo, man? What's that ting round your neck?
Yelo: It's a holy relic, man.
Baboon-2: Are you sure, man?
Yelo: I got it from the Varosh, man. Yelmalio dropped it on him from the skies.
Baboon-2: It looks like a sausage, man! It's been painted yellow.
HZ: Will you two shut up over there. There is far too much anarchy in dis committee. We need some organization here.
[takes a long drag from a 2 foot joint]
HZ: Rizla, man, what kinda "skins" you use for these, anyway? Dis one's got fur in it, man.
Rizla: Trade secret, man.
HZ: Ok, back to business. We need to discuss the Legalize Hazia float. Cosmo, how's the preparations going?
Shrill voice: Cosmo's not in charge any more. I'm looking after that float now!
HZ: What in heaven's name is that?
Baboon-1: It's Cosmo's spliff, man. It got awakened - somehow.
Spliff: That's right, chimp! We've had it up to the roach with you flea-bitten hippies. We're going to fight our own battles now. All spliffs are genuine Sun County residents and we've got our rights!
Cosmo [a.k.a. Spliff's Legs]: Yeah, right!
Baboon-1: You don't get much sense out of Cosmo these days. Bloody ting never goes out (or shuts up).
Spliff: I heard that!
Rizla: The Pike'll never allow you to have that float, man. You are dreaming, man!
HZ: Don't be such a defeatist, man. Smoking's part of the message we are trying to get across in the carnival.
Rizla: I hope you like salt in your food man, cos you get a lot of that where you'll be going.
Spliff: Don't listen to Rizla, comrades! We got Yelo to help us out now.
HZ: That's right, man, er, spliff. Yelo's our intermediary with The Pike.
Spliff's Legs: Yeah, right!
Yelo: I don't know, man. The Pike's in a pretty foul temper these days. I think it's sexual tension.
HZ: Yes but he'll listen to you, man. You're an important Yelmalio honorary initiate now.
Baboon-2: And you got your holy relic, man.
HZ: You're going to have to explain it to The Pike, Yelo. We don't want no fighting in the carnival. Just peace and love.
Rizla: Tell him Hazia is part of our religion, man.
Yelo: What, Daka Fal?
Rizla: Of course Daka Fal, man. That god's always stoned out of his skull. That's why he keeps talking to his relatives.
[ Spliff: Am I in Daka Fal, then?
Spliff's Legs: Yeah, right! ]
Baboon-1: You got to do it for the brothers, Yelo.
Babbon-2: We are relying on you, man.
HZ: I know you wont let us down, man.
Evening draws on. Its official business over the committee settles down to a night of heavy smoking.
One solitary baboon leaves the group and walks slowly back towards the temple, the burden of responsibility lying heavy on his shoulders.
Richard
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Richard Develyn Tel: (UK)-1732-743591 Principal Architect / Development Manager Fax: (UK)-1732-743597 Network People International http://www.nwpeople.com ------------------------------
End of The Glorantha Digest V5 #461
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