The queue has slowly brought Max to the entrance, where he is channeled into one of the tagging lanes.
‘Where would you like it, Sir?’
‘My left paw please’
‘Here’s your lanyard and mini-programme. Enjoy your festival!’
‘I intend to’
An over-zealous attendant gets carried away and Max ends up with four wristbands for the price of one!
‘I am not a number…’
As Max makes his way through field after field, with cart in tow he is followed by someone who is looking to shake off the drudgery of daily life (well, it’s not much fun eating grass all day long, fattening yourself up for someone else’s pot, is it?). He eventually meets with others on a similar pilgrimage and being agile of paw (and a little less loaded down with refreshment), weaves a path through the beginnings of what will be the queue.
Max surveys the view of this green and pleasant land and it is in his reverie that an idea springs into play.
He sets off. There is a journey to be had. He collects articles of use along the way (the land is bounteous to an open heart) and heads off, with cart in tow towards, the Pyramid.
The swirling maelstrom of The Coffee Cup of Destiny has pulled Max, along with several objects into its world. He falls through a sky, plummeting headlong towards The Tower. The vortices of energy within The Tower slow his progress until he arrives with little less than a feather’s touch onto its floor.
The world is a beautiful one, a peaceful one and there is little for max to do other than contemplate across a panorama of wonder after his ordeal.