The Pied Piper plays a song and behold the rats come. One behind another they sing and march in step. One after another, towards the tune of the Piper who draws them to their doom. And they do not know because one can look at their faces and it does not show. They love it and covet it and have placed nothing else above it. Between that and the earth let not that tune stop. For it is everything and at the end, it is the one thing that commands their life. One wonders, even as they died, did they know the deceit in the Pied Pipers Tune; or fall, falling in love, with the Pied Pipers doom?