A string for my kite Would really be nice For then I could pull A cloud from the sky, “A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.” - E.D, Here - here I'm waiting for a little sign Waiting 'til the end of time - Shocking Blue., Letters mingle souls, Listen to the motors humming She is streaking through the sky Like a bird that's flying homeward It's that Air Mail Special on the fly, Oh yes wait a minute, People say that we're crazy We're sick and all alone But when we read your letters We're rolling on the floor, Signed sealed (almost) delivered . . .
*esme appears as a hologram in front of the packed auditorium (there’s a least four of them anyway, don’t quibble) filled with the fine folks who follow her around the aether, and announces . . .
“The Flying Monkeys are all now in transit across the globe. Every soul who requested a hand-crafted piece of the Cloud shall receive one you will all be thrilled to the point of disturbed giddiness to hear.” nods and smiles
Esme was very pleased with the reception she got for her
evil joyous plan.
Thank you kindly. – waves, bows and curtsies
As you were, but smiling and wearing a tutu and cape ideally – esme flickers and disappears once more