"Sorry I'm late," said Dale as he rushed

"Sorry I'm late," said Dale as he rushed to his seat. The other members of Artisans Anonymous scoffed. Leave it to the Watchmaker to be 20 minutes late. More irony ensued when

the Blacksmith misplaced the gavel. The Lenscrafter would have read the minutes but forgot his cheaters. It was a slow start for the planning of the RenFest. "We are out of pickles

and turkey legs." The crystal ball juggler lost control of his ball and it shattered against the helmet of a knight. Shards of glass went into his eyes. RenFair was on its last

legs as it were, and accidents like this gave it a hazy reputation. The crystal ball juggler meanwhile, sued the crystal ball manufacturers, claiming millions of dollars for the

Surefire Predictions Inc. was thrown out of court by Judge Miss Cleo when she foresaw a huge decrease in her business should the trial prove successful. In her statement, Miss Cleo

was reported as predicting a fluke in Surefire Predictions, and that she (Miss Cleo) was always right and didn't need no scrawny ass upstarts tellin' her what to do. But Surefire

had legal problems out the ying-yang, and Miss Cleo's constant defensiveness was beginning to be seen as a ploy. On Tue., Mar. 15, Miss Cleo vanished from her Beverly Hills

garage, leaving behind a temperamental Ford Mustang that'd watched the movie Christine too many times. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE MISS CLEO IS. SHUT UP OR I'LL RUN YOU OVER," it screamed

. I calmly faced the Mustang, clicked the keyless ignition remote, then turned away. Last thing I remember was the road rising up to meet me & Miss Cleo's cat licking my nape.