I leave the festival and find what looks like an overgrown Hobbit hole with a huge steel door. 'Danger!' 'No entry!' the signs say, so I push the door open and go inside. There's another door that says, 'Inside you will suffer!' So I, somewhat cautiously, push that door open too and peer past it. Three little people, perhaps three foot tall dressed in Chinese style silk brocade robes rush past the door and surround me. They are the Miniature Evil Ones and force me to walk to town with them and go shopping, 'How you will suffer!' they cry.