E arns …

»You are what? A faun?«

Birds are flying flapping up in the air.

Kylie is looking up from the circle of stones and stepping closer to her son Nigel.

»Did you hear that?« she asks.

»Sounded like Bromford«, says Nigel, »somewhere behind those hedges.«

»A dial«, Claude Sideburns who is not a professor for archeology mumbles,
»I want to see it as and call it a dial from now on. All that missing is the code.
We have to find the right positions…«

»Is that a pan flute?« Kylie asks her son. »Do you hear the pan flute?«

»Must be an amateur playing«, Nigel answers. »I don't like the pan flute.«

Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

And questioned his story again.

But soon they grew bored of their prey

Beast that can talk?

More like a freak or publicity stunt.

Oh

No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

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Today is Wednesday, the 12th of July 2023.

Faun in the Hedges