The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 19
Odd shapes emerged and weaved through the soft maze of alkaline dreams. Marshmallow Addie asked a strange question which he immediately let go of when his eye fell on a chocolate glazed lincolnberry bun sandwich suspended on a pendulous rainbow ice cream lollipopsickle. Some questions go unanswered. Don't they? Ok, don't answer that if you don't need to feel like doing it right.
The question was, "why is I?". Or quite possibly "how is I?"... the distraction had set in by the third syllable. It was most definitely not,"what is I". That question, as Addie very well knew, had been answered in three part riddles by a dying piece of rather wholesome but stinky goat cheese and had been published in last month's Especial Riserva edition of "Ladies' Home Decoration and Yuletide Fornication Journal for Dummies".
The trick answer to Addie's question was not, "I is because!". Because I is not. The answer was also not,"That's why!". Because that's not why.
The persistence of these trivial Lagavullian escapades was finally throwing its weight around. Questions come and go, answered and unanswered, as two unified apples watched their world go up in smoke from a familiar vantage point. Yellowbottom flinched as the question whizzed past, searing the air around him.
A usually melancholic oyster raised a thoughtful eyebrow and conjectured briefly, which due to the nature of the question, turned out to be both right and wrong at exactly the same time. It said, "I is because Sunday turned left at Elephantly bingo. I is because the smell of freshly sown hay in the first rough draught of winter." Which is later crossed out for a more PG version. "I is also because the sound of everything and nothing both happening at once in disharmony." Toot toot, I think not. Not that I think its wrong... don't get me wrong here. I just don't think anymore these days. That's without the "so", Lumberjack.
And as usual, Uncle Tallwhisker won in the end as he usually does usually.
The question was, "why is I?". Or quite possibly "how is I?"... the distraction had set in by the third syllable. It was most definitely not,"what is I". That question, as Addie very well knew, had been answered in three part riddles by a dying piece of rather wholesome but stinky goat cheese and had been published in last month's Especial Riserva edition of "Ladies' Home Decoration and Yuletide Fornication Journal for Dummies".
The trick answer to Addie's question was not, "I is because!". Because I is not. The answer was also not,"That's why!". Because that's not why.
The persistence of these trivial Lagavullian escapades was finally throwing its weight around. Questions come and go, answered and unanswered, as two unified apples watched their world go up in smoke from a familiar vantage point. Yellowbottom flinched as the question whizzed past, searing the air around him.
A usually melancholic oyster raised a thoughtful eyebrow and conjectured briefly, which due to the nature of the question, turned out to be both right and wrong at exactly the same time. It said, "I is because Sunday turned left at Elephantly bingo. I is because the smell of freshly sown hay in the first rough draught of winter." Which is later crossed out for a more PG version. "I is also because the sound of everything and nothing both happening at once in disharmony." Toot toot, I think not. Not that I think its wrong... don't get me wrong here. I just don't think anymore these days. That's without the "so", Lumberjack.
Crimorcles: Stupd chylld, whie dinnya spot thu slo'er un?
Pers: Umm... I esspek it comm outta back 'o hand.
Crimorcles: Bleedin' eegit, thassa gogol! How many time's do I haffta telcha? Don takecher eye offta tigyr.
And as usual, Uncle Tallwhisker won in the end as he usually does usually.
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