“What is a criten anyway?” lilrabbi wanted to know.

“I think it’s a kind of bug,” Unk, who was unpacking his accordion, said. He had just come into possession of it. It was a fine thing, a monument to the ingenuity of human achievement, a capstone of western civilization. He lifted it into the sunlight where it sparkled with musical possibilities. It was magnificent, like a red, rectangular disco ball.

“It’s all downhill from here,” Kat observed.

“Probably,” Unk replied. “ I don’t think we can ever top the invention of the accordion. It’s kind of sad.”

“You know,” the lilrabbi said in a slow and thoughtful way that made everybody look around, “You could use that to infiltrate Doc’s compound.”

“I would never take this treasure to such a place!” Unk said with indignation.

“It would be a sacrifice,” Kat remarked, turning away for no apparent reason. She headed out of the kitchen and Unk was left there looking at the accordion. The lilrabbi went back to his comics.