E arpieces …

»Well, Bromford Bibble, looks like we have missed another chance.«

The black sheep has stopped turning around in circles and has gone back on all four legs again.

»My transformation has failed. Look, the Hunter's Moon has gone by. My magical powers are fainting and will be gone at new moon. I won't be able to turn into my real faun-self again before November's full-moon.«

»I am sorry«, Kylie says approaching the sheep, trying to pet its' wooly head.

»Don't be, female human and friend of Bromford«, the animal replies. »As you said, autumn has come. And I don't want to spend another winter in your world. Take me with you to the circle of stones. And help me to be prepared for the next full-moon. I want to go home.«

Kylie, Nigel and I are exchanging glances.

»Is this a new adventure?« Nigel asks.

»More like a sidequest«, says Kylie.

»And it won't be for your bad«, the black sheep who wants to be called Mr Tumbleweed, the faun, adds.

»Ok, let's go«, I say, »let's go back to the others.«

And still I can hear this ringing and singing in my head.

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

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.

He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:

There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination

Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.

Let me take you there, show you a living story

Let me show you others such as me

Why did I ever leave?

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 Saturday, the 28th of October 2023.

Hunter's Moon