Narration: “Master . . .”, Trurl began, but there was a sudden clattering in the tomb, a sputtering, then the button he had depressed popped up. Silence reigned once more throughout the cemetery.

Narration: There was only the soft whispering of trees in the distance.

Narration: Trurl sighed and scratched his head, thought a little, chuckled at how astonished and ashamed Klapaucius would look at their next meeting, and he made a deep bow to his master’s lofty sepulcher.