Around the Island, 11:00 AM to 11:11 AM
It happened when the clock struck eleven.
Clouds packed above the island, their linings gleaming with icing. They unleashed a torrent of tea, crumpets, and cream horns onto the poor unsuspecting island below. (The tea wasn't hot, but the cream could make it hard to see further than a few inches.) This veritable onslaught of elevenses continued for eleven straight minutes.
And then, just as mysteriously as the clouds had appeared, they faded.
Happy eleventh, current iteration of Fandom Island. It would have provided a celebration yesterday, but truly, one does not mess with Labor Day.
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Clouds packed above the island, their linings gleaming with icing. They unleashed a torrent of tea, crumpets, and cream horns onto the poor unsuspecting island below. (The tea wasn't hot, but the cream could make it hard to see further than a few inches.) This veritable onslaught of elevenses continued for eleven straight minutes.
And then, just as mysteriously as the clouds had appeared, they faded.
Happy eleventh, current iteration of Fandom Island. It would have provided a celebration yesterday, but truly, one does not mess with Labor Day.
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