“That sounds good,” says Trezlar, as he boards the small saucer and waves goodbye, disappearing up into the night sky. “Will they want to share my Banapple Gas?” Trezlar persists. It just means we’re more famous now and might have a few more fans.” “Ooooh! Does that mean I have to share my Banapple Gas with you from now on?” Trezlar asks, clearly concerned with keeping as much of that precious planetary nourishment to himself as possible. “We’re all included in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Trezlar.” “What’s all the ruckus about?” The chubby little Polygon asks. “Oh, there you are! Come on, we’ve got to tell the Polygons…” but before he can finish the sentence, a small flying saucer lands with a ‘plonk’ on the field. Teaser looks around for the Firecat, who has hidden behind his trousers, obviously not liking like the look of that stranger. The Foreigner looks back, rather unimpressed, “They like Reggae… and Fats Domino. “Tell your people back home that we just won a place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.” “Goodbye,” Teaser bids the Foreigner farewell. “From Jamaica… my boat, she come.” He pauses and shivers. “Praise to God!” rejoins the stranger, who is wrapped in a long shawl made of coconut-palm leaves.

“Yes, it’s something… but is that all there is to life?”Īt that moment, the Foreigner walks by and sneezes. The Buddha-boy smiles serenely as the Bull purrs under his gentle hand. “I wanted to tell you, we’re in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! Isn’t that something?” “There, there… Ommm.” The Buddha-boy looks at Teaser. Calming the Bull, the boy gently strokes its nose. “Roaaaar!!” The Black Bull suddenly appears from behind a giant oak tree, but before it can charge, a little Buddha-boy jumps in front and catches its horns with his two hands the Bull halts. “Watch out for the Bull!” cries the Tillerman, but too late. Comebacks, conversion and the quest for contentment with Yusuf Islam

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