Right after Norah and her Daddy made a great huge bubble, another kid took the sticks and rope and tried his hand at it. It was a good one.
It hovered, undulating majestically in mid-air and started to float.
Like a poltergeist with a mind of its own, the bubble rose as if to escape the surly bonds of earth, rising in a last ditch effort to seek purchase above the fray.
But the Bubble Master, with a prescience of mind in recognizing the possible horror of an encounter with a human, rushed to pop the offending orb.
And once again, the order of the universe is restored.