Fishermen's Fleet Reports

CRAZY ROOSTERS CROW AT MIDNIGHT, BALLS OF LIGHTIN' ROLL AROUND. OLD MEN SING ABOUT THEIR DREAMS, WOMEN LAUGH AND CHILDREN SCREAM, AND THE BAND KEEPS ON PLAYIN' ON. R.H. THE AFOREMENTIONED CARNIVAL HAS DISAPPEARED! THERE IT WAS, PULSING WITH LIGHT AND SOUND, A LIVING BEAST, WRITHING AND FLAILING, 10'S OF 1000'S OF MY FELLOW PAZENOS ASTRIDE IT'S REPTILIAN BACK, WILLING TO GO WHERE EVER THE SALSA RHYTHMED SERPENT WAS HEADED, BUT THEN BYUWIP, GONE. TRANSFORMERS REFOLDED, SLEEPING BAGS STUFFED, WANTS AND WARRANTS IGNORED, THE BEAST SLITHERED OFF INTO THE EARLY MORNING FUTURE, BENT ON DEVOURING ANOTHER UNWITTING TOWN, WHERE THE PROSPECT OF HANGOVERS THE SIZE OF HOUSES AS YET HAVE CAUSED NOT A RIPPLE. IF ONE DOESN'T LOOK CAREFULLY FOR THE HOLES IN THE STREET, AND CREVICES, BOTH PERSONAL AND CIVIC, PACKED WITH CONFETTI, THE WHOLE THING COULD SEEM BUT A BAD 20 MINUTE DREAM BROUGHT ON BY PEPPERONI TOO CLOSE TO BEDTIME. BUT NO! ASKING A NOT SO RANDOM SAMPLE OF PASSERS BY, "WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART OF THE CARNIVAL?", ANSWERS RANGED FROM: "THOSE GOOD LOOKIN' LADIES IN THE THONGS", HANS SOLO "THOSE FUNNY LOOKIN' CANDIES", CHARLES "THONGS", GRIZDUDE "PISSING MONKEY GAME" BOBO SO, THE MEMORIES WASH CLEAN THE REALITY, HANGOVERS FADE, BEER SALES RISE AGAIN, AND THE SERPENT SLITHERS ON= BUT WAIT, IT WAS FUN!