The Orgy Near Delphi

Abstract: After not heeding Mr. Frog’s didacticism, I.O. travels to Delphi to seek a prophecy from the oracle. Along the way she meets three horny musicians sitting in the woods by a fire.

All night they had been playing. Till this moment, it was just between three of them.

Turner with his long long fingers is plucking the gut strings of his harp. He is the unquestionable authority in the troupe. His fingers, being three feet in length, completely dominate the size of the instrument and dwarf his emaciated little body. He shuts his eyes, needing to use vision beyond their faculty, and like an enigmatical high priest, he invests himself deeply into the music: handing himself over to the custody of a muse who considers herself above time, space and human strength.

Gaea, a three-headed Sumerian, with voluminous breasts a-swaying, carries the melodious tune. Each of her three mouths engages in the song forming triadic cadences. Two of those sensuous orifices sing with teeth a-chattering, lips a-stretching, and tongues contorting to form her dulcet strains. Her third mouth, wraps gently around a pipe. She tenderly fingers the stops and blows in time with the rest, stopping every so often to longingly gaze at her phallic-like instrument.

Peter is a dancing satyr. His job is to keep the time. He canters atop a small wooden pedestal. As Turner allows, the song progresses and Peter’s rhythms increase in complexity. His hooves move faster and faster until all that can be seen of his legs is a swirl of thick mangy hair. He claps his hands, and releases clamoring yelps as he drives the Odyssean cantata in a spiral upwards from Gaea’s opening sentimental and lilting refrains, to an exuberant allegro con fiocco; fast with fire and might.

Io is exhausted from her travels in the woods. She approaches the fire and startles the melodious triumvirate bringing their nimble song to a sudden halt.

No one speaks. Gaea is peering at her with her three sets of eyes, while Turner’s hands begin to stray away from his instrument. His eyes are still closed, however the fingers are somehow aware of Io and now they seem to develop and follow their own stream of consciousness. They begin to crawl toward her. One long index finger laces around her waist and draws her close to the trio. Peter is restless and excited –stamping and neighing at her with lustful enthusiasm.

The real instrument has arrived. The main entertainment can now begin.