A Rainy Tuesday Afternoon

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon. The Gunnisons were uptight folks. They always ate breakfast at 8 o’ clock sharp, they headed to their mundance office jobs and worked from precisely 9 am-5 pm, and then they came home. Mr. Ted Gunnison was an accountant. His wife, Malice Gunnison, was a secretary.

The two of them treated their marriage as if it was merely a business arrangement: he gave her a peck on the lips before he left. They both went to work. They came home, watched the Wheel of Fortune, and went to bed.

One Tuesday, when it was raining, Mr. Gunnison thought that he saw a man holding a wand, which was odd: he looked to be in his early fifties, and there was no way someone who was mentally stable would be waving around a stick thinking it was a wand. His brows were furrowed as he was driving home. When he arrived to his place of residence, he learned that his wife had seen a woman wearing a crimson red cloak, which she found quite odd: she looked to be in her late thirties and, therefore, far too old for childish games. The couple decided to take the next day off. They must be going insane.

Mr. Gunnison visited his counselor, but, when he was waiting in the hallway, he discovered that a few people were wearing crimson cloaks and holding wooden sticks in their hands, acting as though these were wands.

How odd.

He thought to himself. When he visited his counselor, the man was wearing a green cloak and explained to him, quite matter-of-factly I must add, how he was so happy to finally be accepted for being a wizard. Mr. Gunnison left the man’s office as quickly as possible and drove home, perplexed.

He and Malice were locking themselves inside until this nonsense was over.