Fandom High Office, Monday, August 16th

Two sets of office workers were twirling around the ground floor.

Twirling, twirling, skirts whirling about (on the men as well as the women), only to be joined by several gremlins toting flowers, tossing them into the air. They shifted past each other like ants, a dozen colourful ones.

There were stretches, and lunges, and Ida at the top, singing her little heart out.

The elk lifted the melk-elkoose between his teeth. "Well, that's insane," brayed the moose, and went back to eating a keyboard.