High Winds-2

There may be something personal about the wind in Saint Plotniko always blowing in The Great Plotnik's face. Today, as on all days, while pedaling his plotkicycle to the North, the wind blew South. When he turned South, the wind blew North. But why was this day different than all other days? Because on this day, each gust of wind in The Great Plotnik's face brought to his ears the lovely sound of a choir.

The Great Plotnik headed towards City Hall, originally constructed as a mound by rabbits, then gradually expanded through the centuries until it has become the golden-domed rabbit warren it is today. The music got louder.

A choir was singing in City Hall Plaza. The choir wore white robes. The Great Plotnik got off his plotkicycle in front of the choir, to listen. The wind stopped. It wasn't hard to find space, because the only people in the audience were four homeless people sleeping on the grass, and twenty mounted policemen, who seemed to be looking out for troublemakers. But there weren't any troublemakers. There was no one there at all except for Plotnik, twenty policemen and four, sleeping homeless people.

The choir was magnificent. The song they were singing had this chorus:

"We Are One People
That's The Way it Should Be
For You and Me..."

They sang this refrain for awhile, but then...The Great Plotnik decided to get back on his plotkicycle to go home. The wind found him, and roared through City Hall Plaza, knocking down amplifiers and speakers, sending sheet music flying. Now, the choir sounded like they were singing:

"We Are One People
Like a cheese sandwich
Something about bandwidth..."

The microphones conked out. The police horses whinnied. The homeless people stirred, rolled over and went back to sleep. Some choir members kept singing, but most gave up and sat down. The Great Plotnik and the Winds of Saint Plotniko clearly need to talk.