We moved silently through the twilight, armed with the mightiest of Northern California wepons, stealthly we moved past the rows of perfectly manicured vines, taking only what we needed to complete our mission in the city. We will travel to a place known only to a few fortunate souls, for this is our last gathering before the ultimate attack on.......
Let's pause to give you some backgroung at this point..... We were inticed to this siene by the relentless verbal and visual assults on our senses, We are a very diverse group, who's mission was to follow the unbelieveable intense barage of tantilizing visions of creation and fulfillment. Having been ravaged by the lack of any meaningful connection with the earth, we have come together on this late evening in September, armed to the cork with wild eyed courage and determination......
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, in the frantic yet orginized skills of the workers, the sounds of the harvest became almost like a 'drumbeat' rythum, yee oh, oh ye oh, well , maybe not like that, but impressive just the same......
As the workers moved through the vines, we moved in behind, unnoticed in the twilight shadows, carefully liberating the ripe juicy clusters from the overflowing bins. In no time, we were fully armed with the fruit of the God's. We turned our eyes toward the city lights, now starting to glow in the distance as the sun had already set over the mountains surrounding this most beautiful valley.
Like savages, we moved towards our target, at first with reckless abondon, then, as we came closer and closer to our goal, our brave little group hardened with steadfast resolve to see this through ...........
We have arrived at the target, laden with the most powerful wepons known to exist, this far into the city. As we rushed into the fortress through the roll-up door and into the 'crush' we realize that there was no resistance to our sneek attack, in fact, a large cheer went up, 'bravo, bravo'. A young man approached, he was quite a site, with his stained cloths and purple hands, he greeted us by asking, did you bring the fruit from Morris Ranch?................You're late.......
