The kids remained unfazed and continued to marvel
at the vicissitudes of sandcastles
spending most of the rest of the evening
up to their noses in the moist sand.
It was exciting.
I don't know why but I began to contemplate
different brands of astringents
especially those considered hazardous to your health.
But not for long.
The pie, identical to those we had drooled over
on the food channel,
emerged piping hot from the clay oven.
Some of course were fortunate enough
to have received them as stocking stuffers.
The studio audience meanwhile was invited
to test drive one of the many ergonomic chairs on display.
Several went for a spin in the park.
The architects did finally arrive though
amid an ensuing rash of rubbernecking
opening their attache cases in unison with a strange drone
unlike any we had encountered in the archives.
We sat down without hesitation
pie etching the corners of our mouths
bats looping erratically overhead
and began poring over the papers
which were supposed to spell out the redesign
of the last quarter movement
but which to our dismay
were found to be sadly missing several critical passages.
