It was a beautiful day.
Outside, Gunter was pouring champagne,
and I was sitting on the grass with Dorothy and Sid.
scibe and Uncle Roger had been talking together for about ten minutes
when Uncle Roger stood up
and took center stage. "Gather around," he said,
(as if he were the conductor of an Opera orchestra)
"scibe has a story to tell you."

I could almost hear the opening notes
of the overture to the Magic Flute.