Wednesday 25 July 2018

Day 223

A new service, provided by your local penny-farthing rider.
They will peddle down your local street, bringing with them an assortment of big balloons.
You'll know the rider is coming, by the sound of his unusual bell: that of an auto-tuned lynx.
When you hear that sound, you will see a great number of adults take to the streets, and should you continue to watch; a bizarre sight will be beheld.
At the front of the line of eager adults, an individual will be seen fitting their whole head into wide end of  gramophone horn. They inhale deeply, and by all appearances release a great roar.
I say by all appearances, because no roar will sound out.
Instead, the sound will carry through a series of tubes, each branching off and winding round several contraptions, before being siphoned off into various different balloons.
Relieved, the adult shall leave the line and return to their home, so the next in line might unburden a scream or a shout.
Each shout will fill up each balloon by a different amount, because each shout is composed of a different value.
Only the Penny-farthing rider knows the exact color coordination.
Just know that by the time every adult in the neighborhood has released their roars, the penny farthing rider will take their newly inflated collection of balloons away from your town.
And what they do with them ...
We haven't quite figured that part out yet ...!

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