I tell you, your letters of last Monday were thrilling beyond measure. One gentleman said, he found himself in a place like the Bowl and here someone received the baton, a long-haired maestro. Innately he knew that that same performance would take place again for those who did not witness it. So he drove up to the knoll where he knew it would once more be presented to the same long-haired maestro. While he was there…and it was, it was presented…a lady next to him said, “What is that in the sky?” He took binoculars and he looked up, wondering whether it was an airplane or what, and it was a multi-colored bird resembling a parrot because it could speak. The bird said to him, “Get out of here. We don’t want any part of you people!” and then it came down and whacked him on the face with its wings.621 ¶24