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paradisa2013-01-15 10:20 am
theabjectauthor) wrote in paradisa2013-01-15 10:20 am
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A Million Mushrooms
[for those residents questionably fortunate enough to be wandering about Wonderland - which, really, for all intents, possible should have been called Wanderland, for that is all they seem to be doing - you might round a bend in the forest and see a curl of green smoke.
don't worry, the forest is not on fire.
but if you are curious enough to follow it, you will find the smoke winds through the trees and into a grove of mushrooms! there is a very fancy decanter nearby, with the label "Drink Me" ... and on the ground, nearby to a clump of mushrooms: a tin of rice crackers and a small, fancy glass jar of wasabi. they're labeled "Eat Us", though the label is very small and likely not visible to the normal-sized eye.
on the mushrooms, however, is seated a large, blue caterpillar with a round and familiar face. he is humming contentedly to himself and occasionally taking puffs from an ornate hookah situated at the base of his mushroom-chair. well, that certainly explains the smoke.
his journal is propped up against another clump of mushrooms, and the caterpillar reaches out to turn the page with the wand of the hookah with an expression of vague disdain]
I do not suppose any of you know any fine verses...?
don't worry, the forest is not on fire.
but if you are curious enough to follow it, you will find the smoke winds through the trees and into a grove of mushrooms! there is a very fancy decanter nearby, with the label "Drink Me" ... and on the ground, nearby to a clump of mushrooms: a tin of rice crackers and a small, fancy glass jar of wasabi. they're labeled "Eat Us", though the label is very small and likely not visible to the normal-sized eye.
on the mushrooms, however, is seated a large, blue caterpillar with a round and familiar face. he is humming contentedly to himself and occasionally taking puffs from an ornate hookah situated at the base of his mushroom-chair. well, that certainly explains the smoke.
his journal is propped up against another clump of mushrooms, and the caterpillar reaches out to turn the page with the wand of the hookah with an expression of vague disdain]
I do not suppose any of you know any fine verses...?