Someone Stole The Spirit - Episode 13

"Speaking of signs and movies", the llama says, "Look over there!"

With both forelegs and hooves the animal is pointing towards the hills on the horizon.

Nine big white letters are forming the word

HOLLYWOOD.

"Hollywood?" I ask. "So, we are in Los Angeles now?"

"Out in L.A., but it does not matter", Anthony says storing his oil lantern in a little backpack he is now hoisting on his back between his arms and shoulders. "He's not here. He is not here!"

"Look", I try to speak in a sensible voice, "I am not Nanuk. And I never was. It was a dream. Or an advent calendar story I wrote five years ago."

"And I", the llama interferes, "am most certainly not a black polar bear."

"Nor my spiritual animal", I add.

"I am not?" the animal asks. "I thought I was. That is very disappointing. Really, very disappointing."

"Watch out', Anthony, the elf, says, "Our pathway, our porthole is opening again. This time right beneath your feet."

BING!

And before I can even think about it, we are falling down and down and down… 

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"Rose Of Bromford"

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from my home
If you people don't like me
I can make out on my own

'Cause it's dark
And it's rainin'
And the Moon gives no light
And my pony can hardly travel
On this darkened road at night

You know once I had a true love
Though her age was just sixteen
She was the flower of Belton
And the rose of Bromford

But her parents did not like me
And now she feels much the same
If I'm written in your Diary
Well blow out my name

'Cause there's changes in the ocean
And there's changes in the sea
And there's changes in my own true love
But there ain't no changin' me