As midnight inches its way up, the wind howls in the trees. The moon seems to strike twelve. Then Death fiddles on his violin weirdly, and suddenly the bony skeletons rise from their beds in the graveyard.
As Death fiddles on, the ghostly people dance wildly in the moonlight and their shadows also seem to be dancing as they flicker in and out amongst the trees.
And then each one gives himself one last fling and the sad. lifeless, bony creatures creep back to their beds and lie down, as morning begins to break. You hear the rooster crow in the form of an oboe’s song.
