Someone Stole The Spirit - Episode 17

"Ha, ha", the llama laughs, "Margarita is a cocktail but also a city in Italy or Spain or South America or somewhere like that. But I didn't get the part with the moon. It all sounds Klingon to me. Or is it Greek?"

"Spanish, animal, it is Spanish", I say.

"He's not here", the elf says again with hanging head. "He is not here."

"Who are you searching for?" I see another opportunity to ask for more details. "The spirit of Christmas?"

"And the man who took it, Bromford Bibble", Anthony says. I didn't notice the little bell at the pointy end of his cap up to now and I never knew bells can make sad sounds. No jingle bells at this point of the story.

We are sitting down on a stone staircase to some old church or cathedral or something like that.

"OK, we have some time for some explanation, I think", Anthony says, "but keep on looking out for those sliding doors. We must not miss our next ride. We already missed too many opportunities to find them. We could have made a trip to Vienna in Austria in 1765, for example."

The llama is not amused.

"A time travel trip?" it asks with a puckered nose. "Nobody wants to go to Vienna in the past. Think about all those germs."

"Maybe nobody wants to go to present day Vienna, either", I say. "Go on, Anthony!"

"We could have searched in New York, twice, in Amsterdam, in Johnsburg, Illinois, Nashville, St. Charles, Baltimore, Tipperary. And yet, we started in Sherwood, which as the llama likes to say, might not even be a real city."

"Do I say so?" the llama asks.

BING!

"There is our lift." 

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"Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Bromford, Illinois"

When the revenant came down

We couldn't imagine what it was
In the spirit of three stars
The alien thing that took its form

Then to Lebanon, oh, God!
The flashing at night, the sirens grow and grow

History involved itself
Mysterious shade that took its form
Or what it was
Incarnation, three stars
Delivering signs and dusting from their eyes