Red quietly closed the cabin door behind her. She leaned against it and gave a deep sigh as she reached down to touch her toes. Sitting on the plane, train, car, covered wagon, and pack mule it took to get to this camp, and then sitting again to play in the Tavern had just about dissolved any of the goodwill that she had left. She had tiptoed from the Tavern (not that any had noticed, given the theatrics of the gigantic one) and now stood tall, reaching her hands toward the exposed beams of the cabin roof.

She tucked the fiddle away gently in its case, and then turned to her suitcase. She rummaged for a minute until she found a decrepit pair of running shoes and pulled them on. She then pulled a sweatshirt over her head and sifted through a pocket full of SD cards in her suitcase to find the one marked "RUN". She plugged it in and hit 'play' on the device in her pocket before heading out into the sunshine. Immediately a deep, bass throbbing began in her ears and she skipped off down the road

You're designed so intelligent
Ain't no way that was an accident
Come on shake your monkey hips
My pretty, little creationist…..oh yeah

Ain't gonna anthropomorphosize yuh
Or perversely polymorphosize yuh, yeah
Little girl you look so sweet
You gotta dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child…

As she rounded the Tavern she grinned and shook her head. Public nudity, intoxication, and more than likely a conflagration, or even a jello-pit or two before the night was over. It was a wonder that anyone could imagine these gatherings tame.

Non-believers blame it all on apes
It's monkey-time I wanna see you shake
Evolution is obsolete
You gotta dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child
Stomp your hands and clap your feet
You gotta dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child

She began to pick up her feet a bit and breathe deep. She noticed the small camp where the dog with a decidedly full belly had dug out a small hole in the dirt and lay with his tummy in the sunshine. "Some guys have all the luck.." she chuckled to herself, and then took a fairly well-marked trail back into the trees.

C'mon pretty baby, won't you take a chance?
Be my natural selection and dance, dance, dance
Exorcise your demons with that monkey grin
'Cause we gonna inherit the wind

Let 'em fight it out in the Supreme Court
That's such a mad, lame indoor sport
Wave your arms and legs up in the air
Rock it like a monkey, like you just don't care
Evolution is obsolete
You gotta dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child
Stomp your hands and clap your feet
You gotta dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child

She had just rock-skipped across a stream, and The New York Dolls were just winding down in her ears. In the brief second before Reverend Horton Heat began complaining about his "F*cked-Up Ford", she heard the sharp crack of gunshot and skidded to a halt.

She ripped the buds from her ears and tried to quiet her gulping breath and thumping heart. Where had the shot come from? Exertion and adrenaline competed for valuable space in her bloodstream while she looked around wide-eyed in the relative dimness of the trees. Who would be firing a gun so close to a campground full of folkies? She wound her headphone cords and tucked them into her pocket as quietly as she could, and then began gingerly picking her way through the trees to what looked like a clearing up ahead.