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The morning air was hot and muggy - moist even, like it'd rained too long into the early dawn - and it weighed heavy down on the streets, subjecting any who ventured out from the cool safety of their homes. Despite this, the streets were slowly but surely becoming more and more crowded as the city woke up. The hush of the morning turned into a quiet buzz, then grew louder and louder as chattering voices filled the air in a symphony of conversation. Louder, more robust voices were found by the markets, calling out and advertising their goods to those perusing, while more quiet, soothing voices were found in the open windows of homes.
"There's going to be a parade today!" whispered one of those voices. A child, no older than thirteen, wriggled excitedly in her chair while her mother patiently braided her hair. "A parade! My friend said there was going to be a caterpillar float!"
"That's wonderful, dear," responded the mother soon after. "Make sure you find a group of friends to go with you, and be back before dark."
Over in the market, a group of burly men were busy clearing the road of boxes, crates, and debris. The parade was supposed to split through the market, and they had to hurry to make sure everything would be out of the way before the floats started, well, floating in.
"Keep your eyeball to the South. Never know if they're gonna be early," called out one man to another in caution. "You never know with these people. I think the excitement gets the best of them." The others nodded, as if in understanding.
"Though, to be honest, we've probably got until school gets out before things start gettin' real crowded."
The workers continued to work amidst the market, kept company by the cacophony of shouts and bargains going on around them. One man was selling fish, another, woven blankets, and yet another was stirring up hot, fresh street food on a smoking grill. It looked like a typical day in the city, but the day had only just begun.
"There's going to be a parade today!" whispered one of those voices. A child, no older than thirteen, wriggled excitedly in her chair while her mother patiently braided her hair. "A parade! My friend said there was going to be a caterpillar float!"
"That's wonderful, dear," responded the mother soon after. "Make sure you find a group of friends to go with you, and be back before dark."
Over in the market, a group of burly men were busy clearing the road of boxes, crates, and debris. The parade was supposed to split through the market, and they had to hurry to make sure everything would be out of the way before the floats started, well, floating in.
"Keep your eyeball to the South. Never know if they're gonna be early," called out one man to another in caution. "You never know with these people. I think the excitement gets the best of them." The others nodded, as if in understanding.
"Though, to be honest, we've probably got until school gets out before things start gettin' real crowded."
The workers continued to work amidst the market, kept company by the cacophony of shouts and bargains going on around them. One man was selling fish, another, woven blankets, and yet another was stirring up hot, fresh street food on a smoking grill. It looked like a typical day in the city, but the day had only just begun.