The World of Spin

Lucky There Were Bells


State your name and business. Name your business and state. Busy your state with your name.

A cacophony of bells rings louder and louder until the sound waves reverberate through the ground to the other side. A paper airplane is loaded with some ink and flown in the direction of the sound, against the rotation, of course. Shrilly, the whistle is blown, all bell cacophony to stop immediately. Busy yourselves, right your mounts, sound your steeds! At dawn we march.

At dawn they marched towards the direction of the airplane's apparent launching point, against the rotation, of course. Tails tucked under, so as to keep the wag down and the delicate cups up [on the shelves], the meeting takes place and takes time and is relatively docile. Watch those tails, Sergeant!

Agreed, twelve tolls to signal an hour, but no more than twelve. To keep it quieter, the tolls will be regarding the hour, no need to celebrate every one. We'll do twelve twice. Building up to it each time. Planes will now come laden with spices, people, and dreams.

And that's how: global communication, time keeping, trade, air travel and talking came to be. Also tails were abolished for there were too many delicate china shelves out there.

Lucky there were bells.