The hat dance

I'd been going around in circles for a while so what better than a circular story...

On a large island of elephants many dancers were doing the hat dance around a bonfire of their vanity with their wives sitting around watching and talking among themselves.

That slow boat to China sailed past but no-one noticed and the moon shone down on it all reflected by the sea.
Up in a tree a quiet monkey was eating a mango and spying on them for all it was worth.
Dun ta dun went the drum.

Then a herd of elephants charged through and broke it all up into scattered pieces, so they all went home to bed and the elephants went back to sleep too and that would be the end of the story but a note pinned to a tree cried out: beware the ides of March. But there was no one listening except the monkey who didn’t understand what it was saying and then the monkey went home to bed too.

The note was left all alone by itself with no one to talk to or warn, so it too went to sleep and that was that. Except for the ides of March, but that’s another story to be told over a mulled wine by a roaring fire in another land far, far away while watching the hat dance.

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