[dormouse sighs]

[Brighter days, whiter painted graves

Under Idaho sky set to roadside attraction prayer]

SANSEVIERIA: Traveling where the trains will?

BURNING BOOKS: To Gainesville

[one turning, looks in semicircles] Lies!

SANSEVIERIA: Have a little decency and time to kill?

BLUEBIRD [on a branch]:

Unpromised land!

[DORMOUSE sighs]

The avalanche of sadness!

Of untied strange commands

As symbols on their hands, now stored on foreheads!

How concerned with unsubstantial terms

And turns of circumstance…[etc.]

LITTLE LAMB: Before the day is done

My prince is gonna come

JOSEPHINE FOSTER:

Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news

With loud and joyful cry

SANSEVIERIA:

Boys with nothing left to lose?

NIKOLAI VOLKOFF [in Croatian muffin hat]:

Bridal shoes a birthright--

Child of the Ephraimites!

Not quite prepared to speak right--

SANSEVIERIA:

Or sleep well with how well we sleep at night?

BLUEBIRD [outside door]:

Mating rights secured

LAMBS: [w/ best attempts to keep themselves warm]

A toast to all we’re meant for!

[withhold details of West Virginia highwayside]

LITTLE LAMB: Before the day is done

My prince is gonna come

BURNING BOOKS: Fire and a flood

There’s power in the blood

Of every little lamb

Wonderworking power