The Mirth of Bith; a “fabula contracta”

Bith: Hmph!

{Sounds of a Carnival}

Bith: Pulcinella . . . and the clown.

{Sounds of people laughing, yelling, machine noise.}

Bith: Where did you get your money, you dumb scum-bag?!

{Toy guns fire, rockets, sparkler noise. Girls screaming, bells ringing.}

Bith: If you slid off the Eiffel Tower with in-line skates you'd still be a drag!!

{Monkey cry, more laughing, firecrackers popping.}

Bith: Here; let me show you my banana!

{Sounds fade into: French version of "Cherokee People"}

fine

summer/2010