Thalia sneezed.
Calliope rubbed her eyes.
Urania dabbed at her nose with a tissue.
“Why do we have to suffer because she’s allergic to pollen?” Urania plucked another tissue from the box.
Thalia waved her Kleenex. “Connected! We’re all connected!”
“Suffering is a choice,” Calliope sniffed. “Just a little patience… the Claritec? Zyrtin? Oh… whatever! It’ll kick in soon enough.”
“So… writing for Meandering Muses before writing Born Free Newsletter this morning was… effective.” Urania clasped her hands and made the ‘Here is a church, here is the steeple… look inside and see all the people’ gesture she’d learned as a child. She touched the steeple to her bottom lip.
“Didn’t somebody call that Eating the Frog? Doing work before playing?” asked the muse of many questions. “To me it felt like eating a triple layer German Chocolate cake topped with toffee mountain peaks. It’s all play to me!”
After a trumpeting blow, Thalia quoted Ralph Waldo Emerson… , “All of life is an experiment, the more experiments the better… ahhh — choo!”
Ah, a trumpeting blow! A resounding way to end the musecal escapade.