Pauly's mother is accepting of them until she asks Pauly to get the raffia or aso-oke fabric or the feathers off them. When he questions them, one of them simply replies, “Because we are your masquerades.” On one such walk, he comes across three masquerades swaying in front of him and they start to follow him home. He does everything his mother expects him to except sticking to the major roads when walking home from his cousin's house. but when his dressmaker mom starts asking for a little snipsie here or there from his fancy masquerade pals, he starts having some moral qualms and it all ends up being an emotional story of sacrifice and family and bewildering creatures. Then again, i wouldn't mind a fullsize one of these fellas in my place, because i have a crush on all of themĪlthough-again-sentience would be a dealbreaker.Īnyway, point being that this is not a horror short, and little pauly isn't vexed by these three enormous masquerades following him home, swaying and whispering and dancing in the corner of his room. To me, that's creepy as hell, and the thought of three of these quiet terrors following me home and eating all my palm oil is impractical at best
The masquerade says, “Because we are your masquerades.” It is the feathered masquerade that speaks the voice is a whispery, susurrating sound, as if the feathers themselves are speaking. How strange, he thinks, and keeps running but isn’t that a rustling following him? Pauly swings around and the masquerades halt, only a few steps behind. When they keep shifting with the wind, not responding, Pauly moves to go around them.
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