the days of the week once wanted to be free to get together and have a party. but each of the seven days was so occupied, the year around, that they had no time to spare. they wanted a whole extra day; but then they had that every four years, the intercalary day that comes in february for the purpose of keeping order in chronology.
on the intercalary day they would get together for a party, and, as february is the month of carnivals, they would come in costumes of each one's taste and choice; they would eat well, drink well, make speeches, and be complimentary and disagreeable to one another in unrestrained comradeship. while the vikings of olden times used to throw their gnawed-off bones at each other's heads during mealtime, the days of the week intended to throw jokes and sarcastic witticisms such as might be in keeping with the innocent carnival spirit.
so when it was intercalary day, they assembled.
sunday, foreman of the days of the week, appeared in a black silk cloak; pious people thought he was dressed for church in a minister's gown, but the worldly minded saw that he was attired in a domino for merriment and that the flashing carnation he wore in his buttonhole was a little red theater lantern on which it said, "all sold our; see now that you enjoy yourselves!"
monday, a young fellow related to sunday, and very fond of pleasures, came next. he left his workshop, he said, whenever he heard the music of the parade of the guard.
"i must go out and listen to offenbach's music; it doesn't go to my head or to my heart; it tickles my leg muscles; i must dance, have a few drinks, get a black eye, sleep it off, and then the next day go to work. i am the new part of the week!"
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