Tinobridge was in many respects a common little city built  on  sturdy
foundations that was destined to  last  for  ages  to  come.  Its  founders,
anxious for a decent place  of  abode  for  their  children,  had  carefully
constructed Tinobridge to an exacting standard of perfection. But this  town
built for all to admire has not been immune to  the  passage  of  time.  The
constant influx of visitors who cared little for this  historic  place,  has
removed some of the luster and polish  that  had  once  defined  Tinobridge.
Entering its outer perimeter, though, one  finds  the  mysteries  that  give
Tinobridge its special charm; a charm that has captivated varied  personages
in the many years of Tinobridge's existence and  undoubtedly  will  continue
to do so for many years to come. But before one makes  the  transition  into
the town of Tinobridge, one must undoubtedly look across the way and  wonder
at those that populate the roads leading up to Tinobridge. Perhaps there  is
a reason for those poor  souls  smoking  cigarettes  with  seemingly  little
purpose in their chatter,  but  whatever  thoughts  the  traveler  may  have
quickly vanish as all thoughts focus on the looming town  beckoning  all  to
enter and to discover its treasures.
Entering the gates of Tinobridge with the  three  majestic  flags  welcoming
all who wish to enter, the complete  silence  bombards  and  overwhelms  the
senses. At times, the town could be seen to be bustling with activity,  but,
presently, no one can be seen. Even the birds are respectful,  as  they  fly
over the town without so much as a  twitter.  Unfortunately,  as  one  walks
along, it becomes apparent that several other bird organs are  not  as  well
controlled. To appreciate the surroundings of this acclaimed society, it  is
best to use the two appendages that are  most  suited  for  exploration.  In
exploring, one may find oneself facing a huge open expanse, and  if  one  is
lucky, a few who have decided to abstain from the daily work  may  approach.
If one engages in a conversation, it is always  interesting  to  talk  about
the reasons for joining  Tinobridge.  Often,  the  reasons  given  by  these
strange inhabitants are obscure, as if they themselves  knew  not  how  they
were placed where they were. And there is always a  group  that  insists  on
leaving Tinobridge, as though Tinobridge was not the perfect  place  to  be.
This group had the strange habit of meeting on a  green  section  of  ground
covering flora, and they would laugh at those not part of the  group,  those
who would remain in Tinobridge. Why the Mayor of Tinobridge was  part  of  a
group who wanted  to  be  somewhere  besides  Tinobridge  is  uncertain  but
tradition in Tinobridge was such that being part of this group was almost  a
requirement for becoming Mayor. The current Mayor is  no  exception  and  if
one asks for his opinion on Tinobridge, one is sure to get  his  opinion  on
his life, your life, and, possibly, his dog's life. Full of  information  no
use to everyone, except possibly a dog, the Mayor is living proof that  even
the most brilliantly polished objects have  their  dull  points,  poised  to
take over but unable or unwilling to do so.
The bulk of the town was currently in the many rooms located from the  north
end to the south end of town. Down each hall, rooms with  countless  windows
smile contentedly at the world outside. Inside each of  these  rooms,  heads
can be seen bobbing up and down every now and then, but for what reason  can
not be easily discerned. Looking closer, though, the  distinct  signs  of  a
meeting, obviously of little interest to its participants, becomes  evident.
Very seldom does the sun shine on an empty room in Tinobridge, but when  the
rare times do come when the chairs are free from  their  burdensome  weight,
it will inevitably be accompanied by joyous celebrations. What is  discussed
during these meetings and its purpose for being discussed is not  known  and
will remain unknown until the dust from the inhabitants'  graves  have  been
scattered to the nine corners of the Earth.
But the greatest of the mysteries of  Tinobridge  are  not  found  in  these
rooms. If one followed  a  map  leading  to  the  Bathroom,  one  would  run
straight into a locked door. Legends passed from one generation to the  next
told of these magical Bathrooms. It was said that no one  but  those  deemed
worthy by the souls of the past could pass through the  double  doors  which
led to the plentiful riches inside. The Bathrooms of Tinobridge are  rumored
to have been locked by the gods, when mortals  tried  to  destroy  the  holy
temple. Once, someone managed to sneak into the Bathrooms, but he has  never
been seen since that day and no one after him has dared to invoke the  wrath
of the gods. But even today, it is a common occurrence to see heads  banging
against the immovable doors as a test of their worthiness. No  one  has  yet
been seen to  enter  the  Bathrooms,  but  several  people  have  supposedly
disappeared from Tinobridge in the years since it was founded.  The  mystery
and legends will continue as long  as  Tinobridge  remains  standing,  which
shall prove to be a long time indeed.