The head engineer addressed the crowd, "When the tuba
sounds, with one great heave Vaughan and Garr-Reth
will push the cog from the machine. Only then can you
offer applause". The people watched as the cogs
continued to spin momentously. As the musician, who as
it happens was called Donald, raised the tuba to
his mouth the people gasped. Donald unfortunately got a
tickle in his throat, but after clearing it, and after
another gasp from the townfolk the tuba was sounded.
Vaughan and Garr-Reth pushed with all their might and
the largest cog was dislodged from the machine.
The cog fell to the floor, offered a few desperate
rotations and ground to a halt. It lay there
motionless. A lifeless heap. Furthermore, the cogs in
the machine, which just a few seconds previously had
been spinning relentlessly, slowly ceased to turn.
The crowd were silent.
Not a single pair of hands clapped together.
Not a single cheer.
The mayor, astonished, fell to his knees.
to be continued tomorrow...
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