A figure stalked through the dark elm tree's bough, a soft whispering quelled near. The spy laid down and swung his legs to side to side quietly but swiftly, grabbing at tufts of long grass and dragging their form up. The smooth grass moved like waves. The endless ocean scrambled the hushed voices- the spy must get closer.

A louder voice, heavy accented with German, penetrated the swish-swash of the gentle nature's noise.

".. vasn't mein fault ... at ... Granny gafe ... much!!" The spy crept closer to the voice, a flicker of fire fluxuateing out and in of their view. Coming near, their yellow eyes glinted in the shadows, reflecting the fire well. Another voice raised trying to get above the German's rambling but still hold a comforting tone,

"Yes, Mr. Schumann you are quite right... Let's let someone else go? Please?" The intruder circled around the oval of people trying to see more.

"Ναι, μπορούμε να μιλήσουμε για την συντριπτική επίδραση της αναχώρησης των αγαπημένων μου από αυτόν τον κόσμο τώρα;" said an elderly man in a toga. Mummers surrounded the oval. A chorus aroused agreeing with what the old man said.

"I am sorry but we should let someone else go, though we do love hearing from you, Seikilos." the kind woman stated. Groans erupted from most of the crowd.

A man clad in a blue sparkling onesie stood up and struck a pose stating; "Howdy there folks, we gotta hold on to our hats right now, it ain't fair for others." Sighs turned to nods, though few dared to look at his dazzling costumed form.

A afro wearing man with a broken bottle jumped up and started yelling at the group, angry it wasn't his turn. The kind woman intervened, refusing to let him go saying he must contain his anger. He stated that Jimi Hendrix don't need to, it's already in his soul!

The spy crept closer and closer still, almost at the clearing. A twig indented his hand but mesmerized by the scene, they no longer moved, entranced in the strange gathering. A sobbing German pulling out a bottle distracted the kind woman, the fire's flame tempted Seikilos of inspiration and drew his eyes, the two groovy figures started to shove each other and a small white pack was knocked from one, and the stranger never saw the kind woman's attention change to a pair of yellow eyes hidden in long seaweed-like grass.