A shimmering, sparkling trail dances through the town, masking mischief- rattling people’s shop signs, scooting their furniture half an inch to the left, loosening floor boards just enough to make them creak, rearranging people’s socks into mismatching pairs, stealing other people’s shoes and leaving them on the Baron of Blank’s doorstep. It isn’t a serious day today, for the Madgod. Today, he’s pure impish whimsy, formless and free.