Enjoying the success of their Fortune Telling exploits, Mesdames Qa hears of Doris Day's actions in Gaaaaaaaaaaaa and smiles. There is little concern over the creation of a sentient worm-ball demi-god, especially one who proclaims themselves a patron of the arts. What could go wrong? Mmes Qa had already learned the worms one should be leery of were the ear worms the bowls often left behind. These too must be sentient because the one that advised, Don't Stop Believin' , had left Mesdames Qa wishing for the ability to stop rememberin' . Moving on, Mesdames Qa IS concerned about a recent client whom the bowls instructed them to set off in search of a new land to settle. Had the golem been the only one to receive such a foretelling, perhaps the sand on the back of their neck would not have been raised. Though the bowls are rarely out of tune, shortly after said client left the cave-parlor, the very next visitor received this advice. . . I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more. . . The client's glazed glass golem eye shed a crystal tear (which tasted delicious) and off they went! Mesdames Qa stewed. The bowls were sending too many clients off to roam the world which seemed bad for business. But what could be done? Should they too venture out? Perhaps franchise the Fortune Telling business across the golem world? Or should they create a home version of the bowls for all those golem sleepovers and "grassy" gatherings they imagined everyone having? This required more thought. Mmes Qa does the ill advised — a self-reading. Upon hearing, Saturday, in the park, I think it was the Fourth of July, Mmes Qa decides to see about setting up an outdoor market in the city of Gaaaaaaaaaaaa. Having no idea what the fourth of July, or Saturday meant, Mmes Qa decides it doesn't matter because the bowls said, I think it was the fourth — not ONLY on the fourth — so Mmes Qa decides, Every day's the Fourth of July!