So quiet... too quiet. Where were all the

So quiet... too quiet. Where were all the birds? Had they fled, or had they fallen from the sky? The only thing I could hear was an odd rushing sound in the distance. Suddenly I

found myself in the presence of Molasar and Rasolam -- eternal adversaries who were surprisingly charming and romantic toward each other. Even so, no birds appeared, but

there was the sound of two yak rutting in the distance. I gazed upon Molasar and Rasolam with confident scorn and considered how to dispatch them. Perhaps a warning blast from my

Ikh Buree. I took a deep breath & let sound a thunderous note. Molasar & Rasolam hardly flinched. I think they're deaf, but the two yaks in the distance interrupted their mating.

Then the yaks were upset because of coitus interruptus. They saw me. They lowered their heads and barreled right at me. I stepped into a hole and fell. They gained on me

and would probably have torn me to death (as yaks often do) if I hadn't had the presence of mind to pretend to be a rock. My rock disguise, honed in Boy Scouts, was my best

counter-a-yak strategy. However, a fooled boy picked me up and tossed me at a passing truck. The Dodge Ram knocked me into an open field, where I lay unconscious amongst cows and

in the middle of a crop circle. It was pitch black but suddenly a bright light shone from the corn stalk periphery, temporarily blinding me. One cow began levitating. Another spoke

that what we hoped for was wrapped in bacon? I forget myself. The Kraken rose and fell, still a myth yet more real than this, this what? Fill in the fucking blank. ?