. A shadowy creature entered the room and stood near the odd table. The beast appeared friendly, stood the height of an elf, and had the stature of a goblin. The furry little beast swayed rhythmically, pressed the ivory extensions with three of its four hands, and filled the room with sounds, a repeating bass rhythm under a freely and elaborately syncopated melody.
Knuth said, “I think I feel bad!”
Ravenna added, “I… I have the blues!”
Rabe Thayers and Foutte started dancing.
“It’s a boogie man!” Roscoe shouted.
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