Scribble of the Weary Traveler

The words are barely legible, written as they are with sticky ink, upon a reeking tattered rag: "Decree! I, Barandaball Zesselwand the First and Only, Ruler of the Eldest and the Emperor of the First World, Hereby Command the organization of festivities to celebrate the millionth anniversary of My enthronement. Dryads and satyrs – deliver provisions of every flora and fauna, to prepare at the celebratory feast. And make sure no one gobbles it all up before the celebration! Have you no shame? Do you care for nothing but food?! Redcaps and nixies – bring weapons and musical instruments for a celebratory parade which shall end in a ball. And learn a couple new tunes – you keep playing the same things over and over! Leprechauns and nymphs – decorate the woods. Tie pretty ribbons around the branches or something, I don't know. – You figure it out! The Jabberwock shall be responsible for the fireworks. He is to puff fire. If he does not know how to puff in different colors, he must learn the art as soon as possible! Begin at once. As you work, you may all praise Me, and thank fate for sending you such a great and generous ruler!"