The stars faded away quickly, but the birdies hung around for a while. Finally, they landed on my nose -- lined up in a neat little row, facing into the breeze. But when I reached up to touch them, they [color:"yellow"]Poof[/color]-ed.
"That's IMP-possible" I observed. "Birdies don't poof." Or do they?
Several of the group had gathered around me. Some of them were focused on me, others were trying to see whatever it was that I ran into. Hypatia kindly massaged the lump on my head until it stopped complaining, then gave it a kiss to tell it to behave itself.
"I ran into something hard. It felt like a wall, but looked like an invisible barrier." As I continued my explanation, all eyes rose up into the air to look for the invisible barrier. "Silly people! I said 'it's invisible'. Looking for it won't do you any good."
