The Islands were filled in the buzz of a festival. There was so much noise around and more. The wind flew across the faces of people, dressed in colours, walking through the street with lights and crackers, of all races and culture, delighting themselves with the beauty of a summer evening.
The moon wasn't in a rush to bring the darkness, as it shone in the dimmed lights, while sounds and bursts of happiness rushed across the streets.
From across the sea side, came the sounds of a disturbed Mrs James' granddaughter,
"Wow, nanny, this is bullshit"
"Huh? No..no...Jojo, your not saying that again"
"Nanny, this game is BULLSHIT"
"NO!"
Mrs James was a bit too startled and annoyed at her grandaughter, who had come to stay with her for the vacation. Her parents were at the next village, an
