[THE Ka]

Rasputina got up after finishing her sandwich, a food which she found interesting. Even though, the thought of being stolen from lurked with her everywhere. Somehow, or someway, she felt for a song of her own. She knew the words, but not were it came from. Maybe it drifted up from the sea and wispered it to her on the cliff those many years ago. She loved the way her cello sang as it acompanied her on the song. It wasn't a light and cheery song, but was steeped in mystery and woe but, was interesting to the ears none the less. Picking up her cello, she found a chair and tuned herself and her cello. While others bussled about with this and that, rasputina began to eerily sing:

Dig Ophelia, consider it dug.
Flowers madness and soft bear rug
Here's the water, just ankle deep high.
Lay back and relax and look up at the sky.
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at
rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.

Water spreads the small seed
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.

Cut the stem and you'll see how you feel
Floating orchids just ain't no big deal
Never knowing's like knowing too much
Tap the table, oh here's more bad luck.

Your eyes never close, your mind's not at
rest,
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss.

Water spreads the small seed,
Water kills the tall weed.
Ophelia.

Ophelia.

Her cello softly but boldly grew and faded with every note, following a pattern of a phrase, until the song ended. She gave a long sigh. The song was far from cheering anyone up, but it was beautiful to her. She felt somewhat better after the thought of theft, which was scared away for the time being. Since there seemed to be nothing else to do, Rasputina just went on to play a few more pieces, the cello singing in its low hum. It was so beautiful, If she would ever have to trave across the sea,

"let it be with this cello.", she thought. As more and more guest finally assembled on the hill, rasputina continued to play, off in her own world...