... There's been a minor hiccup with the Forum. Level's poem appears lost.
It also appears that Frances is still tilting, as they say, at the specist windmill. Or at least at the plight of the homeless, I suppose.
I have no idea how that ties in with the Willysful of merry-makers or the trunkful of... well, whoever they were.
Perhaps merely a few moments of pointless absurdity, kind of like all the animated sections of Search for the Holy Grail?
Rennen