Everybody's a uke-arist these days. If they let in more cattle,we could have a up a of oxen.

Nobody seems to have booked entertainment this year, so I guess we're on our own. Shall we run it like an open sing or an open mic? By the way, do those dancing bananas sing, as well?......

Severn is back from the radio station. Being just a small community station, they can not authorize me to set up a remote live broadcast, and we're so remote, we don't show up on maps. When he found nobody here he cancelled his leave and went back and did my show after all. Then he repacked and drove all the way back to the tavern.

He orders his usual Auroch On Roll and a Zevia ginger ale to wash it down, and raises a toast to the now departed mMario and to Amos whose private stall in the barn now stands empty.It somehow doesn't quite seem the same, but I'm sure we will manage to make it a good sort of different, like we always have.

Still,..... He raises his beverage,

"To those that are gone. May they rest in peace and live forever on fondly in our memories!"