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Today was a special day for the townspeople, the most important day of their year. It was finally, after 364 of the most boring days imaginable, time for The Most Gorgeous Child in Hamelin pageant. In Hamelin they don’t have Jesus or Buddha or Mohammed so there was no Christmas, or any of that. They pretended to worship a goat called Ezra who jumped off the sun and created all the galaxies by sicking up chocolate milk and spinning it into planets. It’s a daft belief system, but the Hamelinians didn’t mind because they only paid attention to the bits that suited them. On Ezramus Day the townspeople sat around and told stories about why they were the kindest person in Hamelin. It’s pretty lame. For them, The Most Gorgeous Child in Hamelin pageant is the big one, a chance to really let rip and enjoy life.

Today everyone was really feeling the vibe – there were banners, fireworks (which in the daytime are just invisible explosions), stalls selling amazing candy and lamb legs dipped in sherbet (a Hamelinian delicacy), local news crews bustling and smiling (Good Morning, Hamelin! Get Your Perfect Bottom Out Of Bed!), everyone’s hair was immaculately combed and their clothes were ironed so straight that they were scared to move.