You Go
"So endeth the second great epoch, the first being the one with Scott Baio, the second being the one that just passed, which involved less feathered hair and more leather."
"Oh man, so leather's gonna be out?"
"I am afraid it is so." The old fella raised his arms again and he and his staff struck an imposing figure across the moonlight sky.
"Why are you talking like that?"
He halted. He looked less imposing, suddenly. It might have been because his staff caught the moon just so and looked a lot more like the broom handle that it was than a proper staff for smiting and things like that. "Well..." He shrugged. Now he didn't look imposing at all. "It's the end of an epoch. Or maybe I mean era. I'm not sure now." He tried to scratch his forehead with the end of the broomstick, but failed because the butt end of it hit the picnic table he was standing on before he got it low enough to scratch his head. It really highlighted just how short he was, in real life.
"Well, yeah, but does that mean you have to talk like that? Can't you talk normal?"
"Well, sure, I guess. I just..." The other guy pulled out a lunch box, seemingly from nowhere. It had Hello Kitty on it, which he tried to hide by keeping the box down against the folds of his robe gathered around his leg. "I thought it was such a big change, the Sox winning the World Series and all, and I know it's not a World Series and all, what with Canada and the US being the only two nations to take part in it and everything, but... is that a Hello Kitty lunchbox?" The old fella got down off the picnic table and sidled around to the other guy and pointed.
"Well, yeah, this. It's my daughter's. I took the wrong lunch on the way out the door this morning."
"Ah. I see."
"No, really, I did. This daylight savings time leap back thing kills me every year."
"Even with the extra hour of sleep?"
"Yeah. Go figure." He straightened his robe out, rustling free a few dust motes, which looked like little fairies, dancing free in the moonlight.
The old fella sneezed.
"Sorry. Meant to have the robe cleaned before today, too. I just didn't think they'd win, to be honest with you."
"I know what you mean. I almost had to borrow the dog's blanket before I finally found my robe at the back of the closet. Should have known better."
"Oh well. Next epoch is upon us and all that. Want a ham sandwich?" The other guy pulled out a sandwich from his Hello Kitty lunchbox. And the two men sat down at the picnic table outside the factory and munched on their sandwiches. And when they were done, they went back inside, to tidy up the tinsel factory for the morning shift, only a couple of hours away.
disclaimer:
Kids, enjoy this week.
And hope and pray that the right guy gets into the White House in the good old U S of A. In fact, if the right guy does get in, it'll mark the first time a Dominican party has been elected president and vice president of the United States of America in the history of the country.
We're talking, of course, for the gigantic write-in campaign to elect Pedro Martinez and David Ortiz of the Boston Red Sox (please let it stay that way) president and vice president. It doesn't matter who takes what role, so long as they both get an even say in all political matters.
And if they don't, well, we can always all move to the Dominican Republic...