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			'''October 27 of the Year 349'''

			'''Salamando's Day'''



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	~~'''Year 349'''~~

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'''Year 349'''

The poles were going up now; ropes lashed around them pulled
them upright and tethered them there to support the garishly-
colored sheets of canvas that would soon be hoisted. The sky
was gray, meek, and cloudy, and though the airship hovering
overhead was pitch-black and very distinctive, the blandness of
the skyscape practically swept it under the ocular rug.

"Lee-Lee?"

"Yes Mommy?"

The wizened hag hobbled her way around the steel cage between
her and her object of conversation. "Lee-Lee!!"

"YES, MOMMY? I'm right here!"

The hag rubbed her gnarled, liver-spotted hands
together irritably. "Don't snap at me, child ... You're in no
position."

"You're right, as usual."

"Mmm, yes, I am. Quit dawdling and tell Fu to feed the animals." As the young girl
nonchalantly walked off, the old hag again rubbed her knobby
fingers over each other. (Mmm... yes... I think this one will
do...)

"Ming! Ling!"

"Yes Mommy?" "Yes Mommy?"

"Are you prepared for opening night?"

Both girls giggled at this query, clearly amused. "We're always the first ones
ready."

"But, we're short an emcee still."

This seemed to give the hag some pause. She opened her mouth to speak, but waved
them off, trudging off mid-sentence.

More of the steel cages were being rolled in now; soon, this
entire lot would be set up and ready for the show. Satisfied,
from her low vantage point (for Mommy Fortuna was not only very
short but also very hunched over) she attempted to survey the
adjacent zone - the fairway.

"Hrmph. Got to tell that stupid child to make cuter dolls.
NORMAL Children don't want these creepy things..." One brittle
finger poked experimentally at the morbid doll hanging from the
prize booth wall. "Mmm, no, this simply won't do. Where am I to
find an Emcee before opening night...? Useless children."

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