Mango, a rather small Indian man

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127. There was a sound in the sky

like a crackle (or was it a deep laugh?), the clouds were such an odd shape everyone stopped what they were doing. Weevy paused just as he was taking another drink, and Herberrrt's grass skirt blew off to reveal his usual psychedelic speedo. You could only see the toes of the Buddha--but it didn't matter--everyone started to---laugh. It started slowly and then grew louder and louder. The wind seemed to blow all of the seriousness away, the po-lice lowered their guns, and the dogs began to play with each other.

Mango, Weevy and Herberrrt watched the po-lice begin to disperse, they suddenly seemed to have something else to do. The Buddha did not ever make a full appearance, only the power of his toes seemed to inspire happiness in everyone. And then Mango recognized one of his long lost cousins from the South. 'Where have you all been? We haven't seen you in ages!'

His cousin Goosley looked him straight in the eye, 'You mean you haven't heard? We made the most amazing discovery, and it changed our lives forever!!'