VaryTales

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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Several hours later, he awoke to see...

...the inside of a strange transportation device, with his silly little trolley bag.

Orlando was lying on something hard, yet squishy and warm, which he did not desire to know the function of, he could also felt a slight rocking of the carriage/room he was being transported in.

He sat up, and looked at what he could out of the only, pint-size window, (although you can hardly compare the area of a window to the volume or capacity of a pint, figures of speech make no sense) he could see the following: Grass, grass, grass.

"Seem to be moving on land at least," he mumbled to himself, "or maybe even grass in the air."

He couldn't see the following: Water, rabbits, and inordinate amounts of silver keys. The reason for his not seeing these things is not surprising, being that there were none.

But one thing that he did see, other than grass, was a sign that said...