Musings on a midnight shuttle-bus

~The Something Chronicles~
By Bekaboo, Markie, and most recently, Annabell.

Bekaboo: I am going to tell you a story my dear boy--one which surely must be told.

Once upon a time, there was a Something. This something was not your average, ordinary something. On the contrary, he was as different as he could be. Thus he was sufficiently diverse for your average, everyday human. However, I probably shouldn't have mentioned humans, for they are relatively rare in the world of Somethings and therefore do not enter this story very much.

As I was saying, this Something was quite different from all the other Somethings in his neighborhood. As a matter of fact, he was down-right anomalous. He stood a full twelve inches in his socks, and was almost as wide as he was tall.

Markie: Before you stop and just assume that this Something was Spongebob Squarepants, be assured that he was nothing of the sort. On the contrary, most who have caught a rare glimps of him have reported mistaking him for Humpty Dumpty. Indeed though, for as much as he resembled other special and famous Somethings, such as Squarepants and Dumpty, his uniqueness rested not in anything so obvious as his size and shape.

Bekaboo: On the day of this Something's birth, his mother (who was a very nice, upstanding sort of Something to be sure) finished weaving the Trans-Tower Tapestry. This truly was a momentous day, for this very nice, upstanding Something had been weaving the Trans-Tower Tapestry every day since her tenth birthday.

Markie: In that first year of her work, she began with a single yellow strand which, oddly enough, she had pulled from the fringe of her neighbor's Something-shawl. Before her Something-son's eleventh birthday she had proceeded to make a curious pattern, extending into a dramatic oval around her center yellow thread. By the time our hero turned twenty-one, the Trans-Tower Tapestry was the best-kept secret in Somethity, their hometown.

Bekaboo: A secret I say, because no ordinary Something eye could pierce the shroud of pure, clear, translucent fog surrounding the TT Tapestry. Thus, its beauty was withheld from the citizens of Somethity, and all went about their pleasant Something lives, untouched by this secret. For what a Something does not know cannot hurt them--or so "they" say.

It had long been rumored among the great seers of the surrounding region (which the Somethings called Thingamy) that some wonderful and even perhaps, fantastical force of good held Thingamy in a perpetual state of content and goodwill.

Annabell: This wonderful state of harmony began right about the time that the TT Tapestry began to be woven in all its intricacy. Nobody knew why or how this feeling of peace began or how it was maintained--but our hero Something had a suspicion that the weaving had Something to do with it.