Ranger on foot on land cuts the compact soil while, overhead, a crop-duster issues a “sasquatch yawn” into the antique fan, splitting the wood. Brawny clubs on the piano interrupt the crop-duster’s harvest. The Ranger has been advised to leave the hat and bandana on at all times, as protection from the dust and splinters and exploding trees. Silt under the sod. Rotors are uneven and pitted.
From the back of the hall, near velvet, we hear the drum rolling thudder and bloody murder. A haze of spirit noise hangs in-between. Squinting, the drum manages to pierce the haze. The noise levels rise; the drum squints and sees less; the hall is overtaken by howling and screeching in a climax of sorts. Rotors are shot.
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