by Akua on October 22nd, 2014, 5:30 am
In a most peculiar way, he felt like the butterflies in his stomach were orange.
But they weren't orange or butterflies, instead they were elephants.
These elephants were something he had always felt, whenever he was face with a challenging decision, as he was today.
As they were elephants that were very hungry, and demanded all the food in the world.
He wasn’t going to get sidetracked, what really matter was the undulating cespit before him.
That was filled with baby doll with their eyes gouged out.
They had jelly oozing out of the holes where their eyes had been.
Then suddenly a porcupine stabbed him in the foot!
And just as this happened a white rabbit rounded the corner, grandfather clock on his back mumbling "I'm early, I'm so early..." before scampering off into the bushes. He ran from the pit, porcupine, and rabbit to his mother, grasping the Konti’s thighs, he cried out in pain. And the mother sheltered her in his arms, carried him to a wishing well, and then accidentally dropped him down said well.
Where he ran into the Lagool at the bottom of the well and they had a tea party.