Ye Olde Phong's Head Cantina and Bierkeller - The rebirth

[Growltigger]

A dry wind blows through the empty shell of the cantina.. a couple of tumbleweeds tumble by....

The cantina has obviously seen better times, the paint is cracking, the ullage trays are overflowing, food scraps are rotting on tables, and the Last of the FBW's has handed in her notice and boarded a bus to more "tip condusive" climes....

Even the Byzantine horde of killer mongooses have decamped to happier places, vowing to keep up their eternal struggle against Dogscoff's evil horde of Seljuk Turks...

All is quiet, all is still, the ghostly wind whistles through the tattered banners and streamers which used to adorn this happy place...

A forlorn roar from the weed encrusted carpark signals that Barry the T-Rex has decided to leave for an acting career as a stunt rex in Jurassic Park 15.

The only movement (other than the tumbleweeds) in the cantina is the large, tuxedo clad tiger sitting at the bar, nursing his Last bottle of Spitfire, and filling out the various Chapter 11 forms to hand to his lawyer..

He gets up, takes a Last look round the cantina, goes up to the large doors, takes out a key, closes the doors and locks them. He looks at the key, throws it down the nearest drain, and walks off toward his waiting car. The car drives off, and the cantina is left deserted, an empty wreck of its old self, a shattered testament to the fun, intrigues and cartoon violence that used to go on there. Only the ghosts of the laughter, fun, genetically modifed squid and general naughtiness that used to go on there, are left. Only memories...

But then, maybe it is true, that the memories of a person or a place never fade, until such time as the ripples of their lifes or its effect cease to wash through us all..

Life is like a bowl
of rice pudding
fully rounded
but over, too soon