The
carousel itself could cover a hundred pages but here we only have two,
so we shrunk it down using some of the same ancient practices of
Polynesian head hunters, basically skinning, sewing up and boiling the
carousel. Stretching the carousel onto two pages was easy compared to
all of that. Villagers from all around came to the Dentzel factory and
danced in a big circle while holding hands and squatting up and down
while we flattened this carousel out and set it onto the page. Nobody
was ready for what came next, what appeared to be the ghost of Eliazar
Dentzel, an ancient family member from the early middle ages, wafting
up toward the rafters of the enormous workshop, his voice quivering and
resonant, slowly announcing a vision, a proclamation, that the rising
of the carousel, like a phoenix, from the floors of the Dentzel factory
will be the cure-all panacea which puts a halt to the current
degradation and destruction of the earth's habitats and rich life
supports systems on land, sea and air. What was absolutely astonishing
was the time in which Eliazar Dentzel's ghost said this cleansing
process would take, merely one complete roll of the band organ barrel
of notes. The only stipulation being that seven band organs must be
used, one placed in the geographic center of each of planet earth's
continents. Simple yet nevertheless challenging. If we can send people
to the moon and invent cheeri-o machines we can surely do this. As you
color in this grand carousel please don't forget to place as many human
monkeys as you can fit swinging in joy for the unimaginable reparation
of the mess they made of the planet they so shamelessly exploited.
Finally! Hopefully a lesson was learned or the whole thing might need
to repeat itself.
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