[ Oh Sanson, ever off-kilter about something. Take a page from Mozart's book regarding the benefits of impropriety: the less social graces one has to shoulder, the lighter their footsteps become.
Speaking of light, though. Mozart collides with Sanson precisely at the moment when he's enjoying a balancing act along the edge of the nearest pool; feet bisected along slippery concrete, the musician hobbles, wobbles, wavers—
—and pitches himself sideways, right into the water. RIP.
Cue a steady stream of curses in Mozart's mother tongue. Someone cover the children's ears. ]
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Speaking of light, though. Mozart collides with Sanson precisely at the moment when he's enjoying a balancing act along the edge of the nearest pool; feet bisected along slippery concrete, the musician hobbles, wobbles, wavers—
—and pitches himself sideways, right into the water. RIP.
Cue a steady stream of curses in Mozart's mother tongue. Someone cover the children's ears. ]