On the edge of a magnificent cliff, a tall skinny youth peers into a modest telescope mounted on a stone pedestal. Around the base are posted signs hanging from a silver rope: “Sacred Telescope”, “Restricted Area”, “For Angels Only”, and “By Order of the Angel Court”.
Nearby, a similar looking man with tousled sandy hair and wearing a flannel shirt and jeans sits cross-legged, chatting to an angel who is strumming a guitar. Angel Rainbow Sunshine, as she is known, wears a flowing dress and flowers have been woven into her waist-length hair. Both are ignoring the fact that the young man is illegally gazing into the Sacred Telescope that she is supposed to be guarding, engrossed as they are in a conversation about music, no doubt. Nearby, a St. Bernard naps.
A jarring cry erupts from the y
