It has been a good early autumn here in Lake Woebeonvacation: the gang of twelve (hundred) keep going their merry way, singing songs and tipping flagons of philosophy and jars of humor, munching on oysters of both the maritime and the mountain varieties...and gleefully welcoming new residents and communicants. Joining the population this season have been such as the tiny tyro, a Davey and a David, the offspring of "Mrs. McGrath," and many others, all of whom have found the village a quaint and curious place, even though it is also home to the frumious bandersnatch, a curious beast who creeps around--often under cover of darkness--and puts tacks on the park benches and saran wrap on the toilet seats and passes out chocolate Ex-lax chip cookies, and claims to be doing it in the name of God-who-spells-His-Name-with-capital-letters. Occasionally, after he has slipped a nettle leaf into someone's cotton underwear, he is set upon and driven from the town square, but mostly the villagers ignore him or smile indulgently at his antics. And life goes on...

--seed(whohasbeenwaitingalongtimetogerminateandwondersjustwhatkindoforganismhewillbecomewhenitfinallyhappens)