The funeral wasn't well attended. And the

The funeral wasn't well attended. And the people who did attend were the oddest bunch you ever saw. But they were kind spirited people, and that meant a lot more to me than one of

the Sargoshiar, with jewels and promises and cloth of lies. Uncle Einar himself nearly jumped out of the casket at my stray thought. But those who did attend to pay their respects

did so unwillingly. Rows upon rows of mourners handcuffed to each other like some morbid chain gang had been dragged to the funeral. When one would attempt an escape, security was

wasps buzzed over and stung the chained mourners into submission. It worked well the first few times, until several inmates smuggled in several cans of bug repellent.

The warden buzzed his secretary and told her to summon inmate Jon Reynolds. When Reynolds arrived, the warden buzzed and flew around the office. "Reynolds, I'm a wasp, I don't get

much love, and I don't expect yours," buzzed the warden, "but if you swat me one more time, so help me I'll sting you right through your orange jumpsuit!". But Reynolds could not

take the warden's warning seriously despite (because of?) his stripy bee suit. Besides Reynolds was feeling moeish & it all figured in his escape plans so he slapped the warden on

her broad flanks and sent into the fray. He turned his attention inward and sought out the location of the wall's weakest point. Reynolds focused all his will on that weak point.

He imagined a red dot just focused on the spot, cutting through the plaster until it crumbled into 4,395,591 pieces. He was able to escape before the noise police arrived. Whew!