22 February 2013
Jaxonaque The Third picks up his storybook and fiddle and begins to tell this tale to a hushed audience in the Half Moon & Whistle;
Once upon a time upon a wood a jayer bird upon a tree sung a tune, a melody, that upon a morn upon a town the people stood upon a silence with me upon a girl upon a mound sat sweetly upon a kiss upon we waited.....
Jaxonaque The Third strikes up a melancholy tune, while, from the corner of his eye watches me shoot between the patrons of the Half Moon, unseen, then continues the story...
....for upon the jayer bird did up and fly away (fiddle is thrown dramatically in the air and caught again with great skill and great care) Upon a moment upon a blink did the crowd awake as if upon a dream they had been but.....
Jaxonaque The Third has a great intake of breath, raising the fiddle high above his head, then...
Upon the return of their sense upon a search of their pound and pence upon a holler upon a cry upon tears of anger in their eyes are they....
Jaxonaque The Third stops, wipes his brow with his bow as if realising now that surely they must know the end of the tale grows near, but no, the audience is...
Hoodwinked!
Jaxonaque The Third, fiddle under arm, rushes for the door, his audience alarmed, confused, maybe more, check their purse, for, during the song, I, brother in arms, rushed along and robbed them blind, I, we, get away, again, with the perfect robbery. I think, they, nay YOU were Hoodwinked.
Hoodwinked • Opuss № I