Meanwhile, he sauntered gingerly under his swooping purple umbrella, whirling a mysterious magic Wand. Suddenly, out loud, there came a bloodcurdling scream! "MOVE!"

Frantically, they stood bravely up, ready to defend their souls until they die. "Gesundheit!!!", shouted loud and clearly, echoed the sneeze, so down and dirty that we almost freezed our legs! Terrorized, the  pigeons flew over the house. 

We gazed up cautiously as a high gorgeous purple-winged-dragon (there came an almighty gust, including my cloak of some yellow silk ) soared swiftly, adverting attention. He disappeared into clouds of Elysium.

We sensed change. The stage was ready to have the big battle of Eutopia. Marshalling the gracious behaviour of heaven-sent Seth, we took our magical swings high in the daunting sky. Loud there, and it reverberated a lot.

Then, empowered by magic, Behman still hoped for those dulcet things, caressing the like of Munchkins. Basically it began exploding fiery and hot. We decided to drive. Our awesome Maserati started talking trash. "Fill her purse." Frankly surprised, Behmen, he suddenly looked up to listen.  The struggling voice finally spoke the divine alchemy clearly...