Oh Eron, where do I begin speaking of you? Eron is, as I finally decided, a Malchavian. She is one of those people who likes to head bang to talkshow radio, is she knew what that was, and likes to fling peas against the wall trying to stipple the wall. Sometimes her insanity bothers me. But she is a dear, as in this picture, she is doing a little dance for me, and a slight audience who find her amusing. I believe, at the time, she was babbling about how the cows are eating the alfalfa and she wanted it.