Finally, Skyros. You don't know how long I have been waiting in this infernal heat,
my paws are already sore and these straps are chafing my netherparts. Strap the
torch crosswise into this special harness and try not to singe the fur. There, a
little less friction on the strap around my belly and I am off. Luckily I have a little
pony cart driven by the TLA pacing me and filled to the brim with choice bits of
meat, pulque, and other viands to keep body and soul together while I run and
deliver my amusing patter.