MIKA THE DUMBASS MUSICAL MULE:
((Frowns right back at Indapaddock))
**Is the plan nuts? Nuts? I don't *like* nuts! Now them cauliflower sheep, though, they smell mighty nice...... That Indapaddock fellow is lucky I'm *much* too torn-up and conflicted to eat just now!**
((MIKA wonders whether the boys understand what awaits them..... If they know how sad everyone will be to see them part....? How low and beat the horses and mules are feeling?))
=Having now at last re-found her voice, the musical mule thinks the time is ripe for a mulish song=
((Sung emotionally in mule-speak with insets of braying))
There's a truck stands rigged and ready down in Signal
Today for sad old Lighnin’ Flat it hales
Far away from Brokeback heights of endless sunshine
To lonesome days of rainy skies and gales
You’ll part today, go separate ways tomorrow
And my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish voice can tell
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish words can tell
I hear there's a wicked winter coming
With the taste of loss and longing, sad to tell
Even now I see the grief and sorrow flowing
Your hearts on fire’ll feel as if in hell
I fear no heavy loads, that brings no sorrow
But how bitter seems this desperate farewell
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish voice can tell
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish words can tell
Though pain and darkness gather all around you
Your hearts be torn, while trite customs you heed
you shall remember the fragrance of old Brokeback
and the altitudes that saw your true love freed!
And as I return home saddened to my stable
I shall always recall Brokeback very well!
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish voice can tell
For you’re both beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
More dearly than my mulish words can tell.....
((Stumbles along, nearly blinded by tears. Brays, sniffs and sobs for every step))
((Bows low before the HIGH PRIESTESS))
**What must be, will be, oh exalted one**