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Fire Coming out of monkeys head
(these are lyrics)

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known
as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as
it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany
of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the
spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the
town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they
only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it
was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and giving. By chance, they
stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted
the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its
rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk
slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into
their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began
to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the
Monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for, they knew that soon the Monkey
would stir from its deep sleep. Then there came a sound. Distant first, it grew into
castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There
was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. It was only fire. And then, nothing.