LondonFuse was in a storytelling mood at the Dundas Street Arts Festival Aug. 11. We brought some paper and pens, and our wonderful, creative visitors provided the story…One line at a time.

Here then, is the tale they created…

Once upon a time on Dundas…

There was a street festival, and all the fairest people of the land came out.

I asked myself, “Why am I here?”

To watch the mad scientist.

And so began my journey to the land of London, where Mayor Mr. Lahey lined the streets with scratching posts for all the noble kitties.

Mr. Lahey - the cat mayor of London.
Mr. Lahey – the cat mayor of London.

“Paws everything!” the cat mayor cried. “I have a brilliant idea…”

(He said for some reason, because he had no better idea.)

Then, out of nowhere, Matt Brown started chasing him.

He had inhaled too much catnip, and could suddenly smell the irresistible scent of Meow Mix in his pockets.

Frantically, he searched for the Meow Mix in his pockets, ripping them to shreds in the process.

Silence fell, and all the kitties ceased their scratching as kibble upon kibble of the delicious mix hit the dusty ground.

Then, Boss Bunsen and the Dee Oh Gee crew showed up and everyone knew some trouble was brewing.

Boss Bunsen... stirring up trouble with the Dee-Oh-Gee crew.
Boss Bunsen… stirring up trouble with the Dee-Oh-Gee crew.

Et tous les petits et les petites Francophones étaient contents et contentes de fêtes dans la rue!

Did I just speak French? (editors note: No. It was written.)

And I watched as the iridescent bubbles washed over the festival.

All of a sudden, there was a BIG bubble.

It grew to encompass the whole entire street, isolating downtown…

Downtown was encapsulated in a gigantic bubble.
Downtown was encapsulated in a gigantic bubble.

Londoners surrounded the bubble, curious about what was inside. As more and more people flocked to downtown, the bubble burst.

And all the Western students finally escaped.

It was pandemonium. Chaos. Noone knew what to do.

Except one person, who flew into action delegating duties to the crowd like the captain of the Titanic.

When everyone was sailing in the sea, the thunder storm appeared.

And that person’s name was the Wolfman.

The Wolfman organized Londoners after the bubble containing downtown broke.
The Wolfman organized Londoners after the bubble containing downtown broke.

And because I hear Burton Cummings’ voice in my head (often telling me to kill, kill, kill), I clapped for him.

Shaking my head, I awoke from my deep slumber and I felt refreshed.

“Onward! Upward!” I lunged out of bed to see what was the matter.

Looking out the nearest window, I saw it was not raining cats and dogs, but hamsters and oxen.

Looking up, I could this was because the castle was too large to carry on my own, so I enlisted the help of some ox who wore overalls and socks made by Nickelback.

Thanks to all the talented authors for your great work!