Here Come The Tumble Men, Ready To Tumble For Our Praise
Prepare yourself, for the time for tumbling draws nigh.
A thick, gravy-like tension filled the air and drowned the senses as the massive coliseum was overwhelmed by local traders, fishingmen, and fiends.
The energy of the nine-to-fivers and ne’er-do-wells soon reached a fever pitch as they rhythmically slapped their palms together and screamed their anxieties over the coming tumble session.
I could but pick out only a few choice phrases from their cacophony of quandaries but highest among them was the discrepancy between the stated kickoff of the scuffle conference and the clock’s hour.
But as quickly as the grumbling started, it ceased, and a cheer rose from the mob high into the heavens.
Hurray and huzzah! Here come the tumble men, ready to tumble for our praise.
Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would scarcely have believed it. The first tumble man emerged from his tumble chamber amidst great plumes of smoke as if from the mouth of a mythical beast. It must have been some kind of locally understood sorcery for no one around me behaved as if we were in danger.
The smoke cleared and the tumble man was revealed, if man he was. His biceps were the size of a…
