A summer day. A jaunty baseball hat. Three blue slushies from Cumbies. A trip to the Shelburne Museum. Who could ever have foreseen that the idle combination of these elements would result in the emotional scarring of three young friends?
Once upon a time, three young people decided to take a trip to local museum.
“Why not?” “Why not?” “Why not?”
And so they went.
They paid the exorbitant entrance fees and began their wanderment. They toured the merry-go-round, the blacksmiths cottage. Finally, they walked into what they thought was the artist-in-residence’s home.
What they actually walked into was the aftereffect of a monster revolution.
Stuffed entrails dripped off balconies, refugees hung to ropes hanging ominously over open mouths and bared teeth. A single picture of a shell-shocked hat was snapped, and the trio left quietly, mouths hanging open, hearts and minds torn asunder. Never to be the same again. 
