A faraway sound of women's voices singing is heard faintly and begins to grow in volume. Could it be the Siren's song that so haunted and tortured Ulysses? Is it a choir of angels singing in reflective, respectful joy? No it is the female portion of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Their voices sway and rise, drop and grow soft, but sing no words, just joyful scat-like singing. They rise to a great crescendo and from above an odd avian creature is seen drifting toward the floor of the April GG contest
thread. He grows close to landing and an odd, plain, wooden perch, with a beveled cut on one side of the "T" appears and the flyer lights on it. A platinum medallion around his neck begins to glow royal blue and a deep, smooth, male, Latin, translated voice is heard:
"Hail, greetings, salutations, lauds, and heralds of thanks and joy to you all! I am overwhelmed that I have won such a generous, nice, and useful item. My SSGGTS is sooooooo looking forward to meeting, learning, building, and enjoying this prize. Thank you, so very much Imeo. I have entered many drawings, officiated by you, but am surprised to have won one! My PM to you has been sent. Thank you so very much and know that I am pleased, humbled, and overjoyed by this win! I must leave, to tend to matters of other realms, but leave you now contented and very happy."
YardByrd spreads his wings and without a flap levitates about a meter straight up into the air. The odd Byrd's head turns to the side and an unmistakable Byrd grin appears as he opens his beak.The sound of the women's chorale has reappeared, as if cued. They begin to sing the Rotary connection part of a Rolling Stones song. YardByrd begins to rise again and getting higher and higher, is almost out of sight. Suddenly it looks like he is holding a burning red flare. He flies an erratic pattern, so quickly, that the red flare leaves an after image upon the viewer's eye...and a message:
"The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated." -Mark Twain
"Viva Imeo!"