Bromford's Ark - Part 4 - 12:02 a.m.

Apartment 23 - Fourteenth Floor … and we go from door to door.

Wanda and Waldo Whale from apartment 23 join us one minute later. I do not want to describe them for they are big … ehm … persons, I mean, very big.

Kylie is still grumpy and not amused.

'Apartment 24 is my apartment,' she murmurs. 'What are these beings doing in my apartment? I just took a few days off. And now? Xenia and Xander Xerus? Why now? Why not when I was on my road trip with the llama through the US of A?'

'And how strange are these names?' the llama adds.

'Xerus?' I ask.

'No', the llama replies. 'Xenia and Xander!'

'We are not bashing names here', Waldo Whale says in an ultra-deep singing voice.

And way down we go …

"Bromford Bay"

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

It may be at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Bromford Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadow making hay

And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play

For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland

Are perfumed by the heather as they blow

And the women in the uplands diggin' praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not know

Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way

They scorned us just for bein' what we are

But they might as well go chasing after moon beams

Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there's is going to be a life hereafter

And somehow I am sure there's going to be

I will ask my God to let me make my heaven

In that dear land across the Irish sea