Not long after being coerced out of the carpetry workshop, the defromed (but functional) young night stand ambled its way to the riverside bicycle path and began to sigh.

A few shouts and dust-storms trained the budding furniture to closer to the bank.

And next to the water, the waterworks began!

And what waterworks they were… magnificent, spinning, high up in the air. The people walked around it in circles, dazed, wondering what would happen.