Oracula

The Orugulans of Orugula were globic.

They were also prempid, and sollaried, and hintical, for it was Agratica Day. In files and ranks and columns they ascended the Mount of Erorpora, chanting the Ulularium, reciting the Palmics of Rudrik, and lifting their heads in sussura at the sheer wohina of the moment.

In short, they were having a wonderful time.

Leading the procession were the Stambids of Agra, dressed (of course) in their finest harabis, each as splendid as the other, proud as the parfits of the plain, adorned with herables and bearing the sacred glombits as offering for the Dulag, as was only fit and proper, for this was Agratica Day, the long-awaited, a special Agratica Day, one that coincided with the Esmes of Ardent, therefore most propinquitous of all days of the carolum. Small children trailed behind, memorising with their eyes for the privilege of someday becoming garrulous elders and boring their grandchilder with the tale.

At the crest of the Mount of Erorpora - Erorpora the Magnificent, Erorpora the Mother - the procession halted and began the Chant of Arrival, the Mahasussura, tentative at first, then loud and in earnest, the summoning of the Dulag.

High was Mosa, the major light, and semi-high was Musa, the minor light, when finally the Dulag appeared. The crowd sighed in satisfaction, and did ablemata to the great oracle.

The Dulag bemet them benignly, opening its enormous aldragagi in benison as it began the ritual. It regarded the Chief Stambid with its great orb.

'The witikamen brought you have?'

The Chief Stambid (his name was Leagra, nomen est omen, for leager he was, always), geruffled deeply. 'Brought we have, indeed, o hargent one.'

'And five-and-thirty cycles witanded you have, that you may know the stemma of Agra?' Leagra geruffled again.

The Dulag whippered. 'Then ready you are. What is the arambostal of the oracula? The Stambid whinnered deeply - this was the true minim.

He geruffled so deeply, so unwichsly, that the Mount of Erorpora all but geruffled with him, along with all the host of Orugula. 'O Dulag, kenter, this is the arambostal of the oracula: The ambiture of the pedestrial is orotund.' And he waited, with whisper abated.

For many minims, for as long as it took the light of Musa to reach Mosa, the Dulag was silent. The crowd was silent. The Stambid was silent, though innerly atremble - his kahsen hung in the balance.

Then the Dulag kervolved and transiculated. The crowd broke into sussuras of ulullation, but the Stambid awaited the missionation of Agra. And it came.

The Dulag spectored: 'Bewis, oh Orugulans, that the pedestrial is, indeed, orotund. The ambiance is thus confirmated. Bewis, beware, begone. Agra has spoke.'

Great was the globulation then, and great the reliving of the Stambid Leagra, who had preceded his people precociously and preconsciously.

Globic and globical was the procession back down the mountain, and great was the celebrication of the orotundity of the pedestrial.

The Orugulans of Orugula were prempid, and sollaried, and hintical, for hilarical had been their Agratica Day.