A strange dancing malady broke out in New Toulouse last night. The exact number of residents affected is unknown, but three cases were reported.
I was one of those cases.
Mayor Henri offered up his old family cure-all, “Potion 99,” in hopes that it would stop the shaking. Although the cure helped some people, it didn’t appear to help all, and after taking way more than the recommended dose, I was still afflicted.
Miss Niki suggested that perhaps it was a food allergy, or a reaction to eating tainted mushrooms. Considering that I did not eat the mushrooms, that doesn’t seem to be plausible in my case.
Spirit possession was also offered as an explanation, but in my experience, one doesn’t recall the events of a spirit possession, especially as they’re taking place.
I went out into town, searching for others who might be afflicted, and even though not all were, the bug did seem to descend upon a few visitors. One woman, upon arrival, started twitching and moving around so badly that she jumped right back on the ferry and demanded to go home.
I became delirious and tired, and apparently I passed out, eventually waking up on the docks, cold, wet, and covered in swamp grass. Fortunately, the dancing sickness seems to have passed.
I, for one, am blaming aliens.
Even though Arijah loves the bayou, she feels that swamp grass doesn’t make a very good fashion statement.