On a windy afternoon, the town was silent.

On a windy afternoon, the town was silent. There was no more heard than the roar of the

Mayor calling the mute moot into order. Her roar would be the last sound the moot would make until an agreement was reached, mutely. The Royal Mute presented the Crown's position.

Like passing dough through a sieve, The Royal Mute spoke with some conviction. The verbal mimeography proved too much and she crushed her head against a soft tablet. "Why must

someone do to get anyone's attention?" Why do I have to do all the work while the rest of my lazy fiends? She had been working so much in the last two days that she was barely able

To say something coherent, most of the time, it seemed she was speaking some other language. Everyone assumed it was part of exhaustion, but it didn't seem like that anymore...

I notice that because I can speak 4 languages and read 10, so I knew it was not something understandable, at least for the contemporary habitants, maybe a Mayan spirit could help

so I begin my new quest of finding a Mayan spirit

to whom I might sacrifice this virgin, for lo, she has been getting on my last nerve with her demands for fried foods while refusing my advances. Presently, the great Mayan god of

being in great shape and just generally having your best possible body, repulsed by this greasy virgin, had just rejected the sacrificial offering with a "No way, girlfriend!"

She and her friends Brittany and Jessica walked out. "God" mused Brittany "if it wasn't for Pumpkin Spiced Lattes I would never go to Starbucks, that's where all the weirdos go!"