Poet Head
They were all poets and cavaliers. If you asked them a question, they would respond with a flight of fancy.
“What is the weather like?”
“Whether the weather likes what the weather is like I am not disposed to say. Yet I vow my sunny disposition is brightened by this sun, which steadfast glow shall never be put out, be it enclouded or endarkened to our view.”
You could not break them out of it. If you pressed them hard enough for a straight answer on some practical point, they simply switched and let their other head talk to you.
You see, all these creatures had two heads. (more…)