A Magical Fantasy…

Not so long ago, a magical fantasy befell a band of misfit friends. They met a mysterious fellow who invited them on a rocket from infinity. They whispered words about a change of fate, and went off into the night.

“What do you seek?” they asked as they rode up in the clouds.

When they were as high as the moon the man began conversations.

He said “These are hard pressed times, there are many grubby hands looting the world, drunk on Texas tea. From the outside it’s hard to see, buts it’s burning down. The world is on the fritz and I brought you here to save it.”

“How do we do that?” they asked.

“You must slay the dragon on the eve of the electric blue sun – that is tonight.”

“This is abstract,” they said. “Something must be lost in translation.”

“Slow down!” called the man to the pilot. “We are approaching sacred ground.

Now you must go. When the giant wakes, follow him along the north wind.”

So off they went and soon came to a face in the lake.  She told them the secrets of the mole-men, and they knew how to slay the dragon.

Worthless blues were in the air and the world was an inferno, but the misfit friends knew the trick. They flipped a bent cigarette into the behemoth’s mouth. Puff went the dragon’s mystic fires as the asbestos hit its lungs! Free from the scorching flame, the one-eyed giant killed the dragon, and the rest is history.

That’s how the Micronite Filters saved the world.

Now let’s get drunk!