The man, obviously not so normal as we'd thought, plucked up the spherical skeletal member from its perch, placed it over his face like a mask and walked on. Strange people taking cow hip bones and putting them on their heads. We could have taken it. But we left it, fools that we are. Stupid, mind-addled idiots.
Tape clicks off.
Somewhere it is night. There is thunder on the savanna, and 10,000 cranes cry out in primal fright. With the slow sensuality and soft borders of a dream, they rise and take flight. Tape clicks on again, and I'm sitting, sifting sand through my fingers and rambling. It's kicking in now.