Cream of the crop

In the olden days when the harvest was good and the future bright, some villagers would indulge in frivolous pleasures. Their success transported them back to a place of great joy, a place deep within their souls, in the spot that had been reserved for it since their childhood. And so they would dance through the harvest with joyous, childlike disregard. Although this was looked upon badly by the elders, like cheerily singing half-way across the ford without fear of the changing season, all this effervescence had to find an outlet…or risk being expressed through other immoral activities.

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