As you tiptoe through the harem (which is a lot like tiptoeing through the tulips, but with better scenery), you see what looks like a hippopotamus wearing a tutu run across the corridor up ahead. You hurry down the hall and through the door the hippo went through.
You find yourself in a courtyard surrounded by columns. It's much more pleasant than that time you found yourself living in a shotgun shack. As you watch, dumbfounded, tutu-clad hippos perform a ballet with cape-wearing crocodiles. You watch for over an hour, just waiting to see one of the crocodiles get crushed or one of the hippos get noshed. Neither thing happens, but you do feel more cultured for having sat through an entire ballet.
You also resolve to lay off the herbal brownies.
