In the interim between dark Moons the fiery red hot rod melted into a paddle wheel river boat, sending fans slowly through the muddy slurry, and the sky high hot air balloon shrunk into an Ox landing four hooves into the muck with a muffled thud.  In the ditch where we found ourselves bailing brown water from the puddle into the channel pale by pale we could still remember yesterdays fission, the sparks and nuclear chain reactions that spat out newspaper clippings and incinerated them into scintillating ideas that would flash against the fast moving clouds like puppets of fire performing out our fantasies for us to enjoy and be inspired by; we could hear the roar of excitement as we rose our spirits to the ape...