The Amazing Loki

The amazing hypnotist Loki came to Lewiston a few years ago to perform at our Independence Day festival. For a time, it looked like he might not make it for the festivities while he was recovering from bypass surgery. But by the Fourth of July, the world-renowned hypnotist was feeling better and he was in good form on the stage. He had subjects barking like dogs, performing goofy dancing, and even disrobing at the mere utterance of one cue word from Loki.

As darkness was falling, Loki called to the stage Lewiston's charismatic city administrator, who was seated in a chair.

After applause and tittering quieted in the crowd, the great hypnotist Loki leaned down and whispered briefly in city leader’s ear. At once a change game over the administrator. He jumped to his feet and began to flap his arms. Into the night issued the sound of guttural clucking and the renowned leader began to waddle around the stage, a six foot chicken in an Armani suit.

Just then, the first round of fireworks was launched into the air. Following a bright flash of colorful light, the repercussions exploded like thunder.

The great Loki looked up quickly, shock and horror across his face. Startled by the firework's report, he clutched hands to his chest, wincing in apparent pain. He staggered forward and fell to his knees, tottering briefly before falling face down. The great hypnotist was dead as he struck the stage.

There was a commotion all around, but the city administrator only went on flapping and clucking and goose stepping around the stage.

For nearly a decade, the honorable politician has spent his days with the demeanor and habits of a barnyard fowl, utterly unable to reclaim his human form without that one final command from the long dead hypnotist Loki.