About this time somebody decided there should be a winter festival anyway, and the idea immediately caught on. No one planned it, exactly, but everybody came, and everybody brought something--the Spanakopiti brought deer and bear meat, and the Zom contributed some of their beer and fine brandy. The vacation in the Aurora Borealis had been so salubrious and restorative that even Spanakopitus attended, though he suspected Bang!opolis would be there (which he was).

There was much frolicking and revelry and singing and dancing and consuming of fine spirits. Bang!opolis, in particular, had such a goodly share of beer and brandy that again he got inebriated and began throwing small thunderbolts, this time at poor little Kinkajou, who ran frightened and trembling back to the PerSisters, where for a time he huddled next to Wise Old for protection.

Off work, Bang!opolis rides a Cosmic Harley.

As the evening wore on, only Wise Old heard Kinkajou chittering repeatedly at Bang!opolis. Only W.O. saw Kinkajou begin to creep stealthily down the trunk of the ancient tree. Only the owl watched him dart furtively from bush to bush approaching the cosmic Harley. And Wise Old alone heard the hisssss as Kinkajou let all the air out of those two great tires.

"Watch out; you did it now," said Wise Old when Kinkajou returned. "Bang!opolis will get you for sure."

But Kinkajou was doubled over with silent laughter.

Hours later Bang!opolis left the party, staggered towards his cosmic Harley, threw a wobbly leg over the seat, hit the cosmic starter, and roared away . . . for about ten yards. Shreds of tire flew into the air; the Harley ground to a halt.

Bang!opolis stared in disbelief at the two ruint tires. And in despair he lay down under his spoilt bike, with the rain pouring down all around him.

By and by Spanakopitus and Spanakopitae said goodnight to the rest of the revelers. Snug and smug in their Mercedes, they had driven only a short distance when they came upon Bang!opolis lying all soggy and muddy beneath his disabled vehicle.

"Ah, we see you've fallen upon difficult times," they called to him out their car window. "Hop in, and we'll take you to dry quarters."

Bang!opolis crawled into the back seat and huddled disconsolately, for it is hard for the mighty to take a fall.

And carefully, so as not to jar their disgruntled passenger, the Spanakopiti drove home. It doesn't hurt to be gracious to the humbled, thought Spanakopitus.

7: The Turkey Shoot Caper