Laverstone High School held a fete every year, where the sixth form students would put on some sort of display. Harold, despite the restraining order made when he proved that God existed (for proof denies faith), watched as the Lower VI performed the Summoning of Rain dance as detailed in Travels in Ubuntu by Professor EW Trawling, 1962.
The youths in their colourful garb finished their performance, the boys’ spears raised at forty-five degrees toward the girls’ feathered head-dresses, symbolising the sun and clouds being pierced by the needs of men. And probably something Freudian as well.
Rain poured down from a clear blue sky, scattering both dancers and spectators.
Harold, still dry under his companion’s invisible wings, tutted. “That was rotten.”
Jasfoup grinned and helped himself to ice-cream. “They’ll be famous tomorrow,” he said. “Their dance worked.”