Ellarya thought as She watched the shadow of his former self , ” perform”.

Still couldn’t dance

A fine voice that now had been slow and tremulous came back into force.

Well , it tried to.

Yes, it was a TRIUMPH ?

Or was it?

Something, someone was MISSING.

The Jankus had dropped his black feather. He stood over from the lone solitary Tree Perch and the deep loss of the absence was felt.

IT was truly a SAD TRIUMPH.

Bend the rules, make them GREAT AGAIN ?

IT was actually RUINED. Part of its heart and soul was gone.

Mr. Nice had expected all to ” leap” to fulfil his needs, no one could.

YOU see , he had not seen, he actually had LOST, in the END!

Mr. Nice said , ” HAVE A NICE DAY”, and so they did!

He jumped.

He tried to dance.

He screamed his ” RnR ” Scream, not quite as ” high or as forceful ” as , he once was, but all the same: A Pleasant and somewhat of a TRIUMPHANT, not Elephant , performance.

Truly, Mr. Nice , had a WONDERFUL & LOVELY DAY?