The Boy And Girl Who Went To The Festival by J.M.Okano

     Melchior and Lavinia, two friends on a horse, rode down the dewy grass of the hill to the site of the festival.  Guitars were strummed and bursts of song were sung behind them in a caravan.  People were all around them descending the hill in Andalucian dress.  They were arguing all the way.
     Melchior clenched his teeth.
     "What's wrong, Melchior?"  asked Lavinia.  "You're not saying anything."
     "Don't want to say anything," said Melchior sullenly.  "I hurt."
     "Oh, I see," said Lavinia kindly.  "Anything I can do?"
     "I want to see this festival by myself," he said.
     "I see," she said.  She dismounted from the horse and walked away. 
     "It's no good.  We keep hurting each other," he apologized.
     "Speak for yourself," she said.

     After the festival, there was a torrential downpour.  Lavinia and Melchior erected their tents in haste at the tent city.  Melchior was safely sleeping in his tent, when he awoke to hear stifled sobs coming from across the campground.  Lavinia's tent was in trouble.
     "I can't get the tent to stay up!  Somebody help me!  Please!"  she cried.
     He arose from his slumbers and went to help her, making short work of putting her tent back up.
     "Thank you," she said.  They kissed.
    
     They married each other.

THE END