I RETREATED FROM THE PARTY

I retreated from the party and hid under a bed. Gradually the raucous noise became louder and the sounds of carousing turned into the sounds of arguing, then armed insurrection, war, bloody struggle, and then silence. I emerged to find a landscape completely free of tress, houses, street signs, buildings, dogs, cars and anthills. The only structure to be seen was the bed under which I had been hiding. I considered this to be the sign of a very good party host.