Royelien Green

"ROYELIEN GREEN and soilent things cast to mid the histrydien... haught the way and tarry the blew"...

I took of the green laid before me and toted them to the waiting chasm set on an outer table near the watch desk. The largest of those keeping watch over our review nodded as I set the muddle into the bucket waiting for another to lift it to its next destination. It was planned to cause the deletion of the sitting administration. It was being taken to the other side of the pond and would be spread across the seats of those assembling in the tomorrow's gathering. It would be their last. This was going to humiliate and diminish the respect for them and their works for the past year.

I returned to the night gathering across the west end of the pond careful not to disturb the laid goose dirt along the path. As I tipped alon, glowering red eyes of things emitting a low pur or growl appeared and disappeared ahead of me on either side of the walk . Behind me, along the path I chose to take, the youth of the assembly dashed about running through the trees and brush, some leaping from the basket strollers pushed by females as their men watched. Those leaping to make the dash stayed well behind me in the brush and bramble; some to small to walk on their own. The night sky was unlit except for the few scattered street lights in the distance at the other end of the pond and away up a hill back toward the administration buildings. It would all be done by morning... well before the first light of dawn. The excitement of scurrying to collect the undisturbed goose dirt droppings from along the water's edge and nearby walking planks for the next phase and to complete the role of young ones in the spell to hex the difinitive motions. The inaction of several months and now the indecision ot bill or not to bill would be finalized by the brew of goose dirt and frog lips from the Carillon Pond collected in the night's dash. It was stand off the overburdening of our communities lost funds to the cross river casino, brothels and sportshalls while our own community fell apart... homes dropping walls and schools nothing more than a bank source for low end politicians. The dance and dash at the edge of the pond in the blackness of night was intent upon ending the errors.

As I made it back to the crest of the hill under the carillon, the bells last throng died out. It added to the eerie amplitude of the night. The crowd had grown to what appeared to be the entire gathering of locals and some from as far as Salem... the witches den and caverns strewn therein. In past decades... the late 1800's, it was those who held the front lines of forced law... cast spells and brought relative haints from distant throes of Ireland and out of Africa. Here among the night's action now, the stirring was based upon the compilation... snake gizzards, stinging nettle and astragalus. With the other attendees completion, I was beckoned to return to the front row where I raised my arms toward the sky and dropped in a packet containing the balance of my ingredients... powdered comfrey, powdered lobelia root ...aloe, oregon grape and anise... The Herbal Crists formula.

The pour off from the brew was strained and ladled into buckets, labled The Children's Composition to be taken to the cooler at the administration building where money notes were held. It was going to clear all the fecal residue out of government... after a slight bout of twinges to the belly.