In jestercourt sat the Antelope Lord of Halefoot on his throne of bone and polyp, feathery tubeworms fanning the air. At his feet sat the fruit-bearing Stag of the Stellanarsi, banner of their lost homeworld (for it was many an age ago when the crudest of space stations were set afloat in the celestial veil, and many more still when these were discovered by ships far faster), licking its long, graceful legs in nonchalance.

Today, an offering was brought to his throne room by the official Fool, clad in merry striped stockings. Captives! And who but Flipperfoot, confined in the form of a tapir? Flipperfoot, the traitor. Flipperfoot, who defiled the bones of their cetecean ancestors! Led on a lacy chain was he, followed by his crew on board the Rainbow Connection, who went off in search of glory but came back as dumb beasts (though tapirs be a clever lot!).

Behind the red stone of his throne, the old crone Philosophlanger chirped, led on a silvery chain by the butterfly mistress who groomed the Stag daily. For a moment, she winked. A little droplet of crop milk fell into an invisible bottle, feeding frosted flocks on her homeworld of Gortree in its dustward spin.

Someday, thought she...

It's an original story. These aren't Yuuzhan Vong and these aren't the Supreme Overlord Shimrra and his jester Onimi, but use your imagination XP