paradisa | Twelve Truffula Trees

[And today in the journal, there is a handy little message posted in it, which reads thusly:]

[And, apros to nothing else, the Once-ler decides to dictate into this thing. He's been largely avoiding the journal since that...nightmare mess. But he feels enough time has passed that anyone who wanted to chew him out for his own dream will have done it already]

Okay. So I have some questions about Halloween. Actually, just one question, because we have Halloween where I come from too, but there's one thing that's throwing me. So there's candy right? That's cool, everyone loves candy. But you guys let your kids just...wander around willy nilly in the streets to collect it?

Because where I come from that would be seen pretty much as a sacrifice. Or at the very least tempting fate in a pretty big way. I mean not even my mom sent me out on Halloween and her parenting skills were questionable at best.

So just asking what's up with that and if any other worlds have a creature who opens up a portal to hell on Halloween night? I'm guessing not most of you, if you're sending your kids out. Though, you know, I could be wrong. You could all really hate your kids.

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It could have, one day. I mean, Paradisa has giant dinosaur birds, right? Anything is possible.

Nope. Staying put, thank you.

So it would trot him out one day, just for you?

Oh all right. If you don't mind, I'll be sending something sweet up to your room anyway.

Oh no no. The Grinch is an experience to be shared.

Hey, I'll happily take any and all sweet-based donations.

Well! Goodness knows you have ME curious. If he ever comes around, I'll have to take a look at his portal to Hell. [Said very tongue-in-cheek, but knowing her, she'd go investigate regardless.]

Wonderful! Look forward to it then, alright?

[He remembers you and the birds, Jane :|] Yeah no. I'm instigating a no peering in portals to hell rule right now.

As much as I look forward to anything, sure.

And who decided that you were the boss of me, hm? I'll bring my spoon if you're so worried.

Someone has to be, or you're gonna get yourself killed.

...Right the spoon. The deadly spoon of doom. Forgot about that.

Well, it hasn't happened yet!

[Jane, if only you knew what the Miles had in store for you.]

It is a decent weapon! I can even switch it to a fork if I need to, but I prefer the spoon.

Yet. That one word? Kinda important.

[That's an audible snort] Oh nooooo. A fork. How terrifying.

Well, so long as nothing has happened yet, I'm perfectly fine.

It's got pointy bits at the end that way!

Okay just gonna point out? That logic will always come back to bite you in the buttcheek later.

That's pretty much a definition of a fork, Jane.

Of course it is! A lot of damage can be done with a fork, Once-ler.

Maybe if you stab someone in the hand with it at dinner time.

[She chuckles.]

Next you'll be insisting that a sword is just a glorified butter knife.

No, a sword is a sword.

And a fork is a fork. Actually what you have is a spoon-slash-fork which is a spork.

[Gigglesnort!]

It is, isn't it? I've never thought of it that way!

The more you know, Jane. The more you know.

Now I wonder if there IS a spork setting...

[You can hear some faint whirring mechanisms, some clicks. She tuts.]

Oh, shucks. I can't get it to stay in the middle!