In some communities, the citizens believe in spirit folk and supranatural coinhabitants. We believe in them too. As a matter of fact, we will them into existence, until the fantastic people materialize before us. Then we wrestle them for exotic candy. In the crystaline bedlam spectacle some of us cry out, flash and magically tragically perish. But when morning reality lights our sober faces, everything becomes balanced and the earth accepts our churlish humor as it accepts our formers into the hoggish soil.