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...
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...
posted by Jono | 5:29 pm
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...KEEP ON THE GRASS. BY ORDER OF THE BEARDED GOAT THAT LIVES UP THE VALLEY. PUNISHABLE BY BAD KARAOKE.
Well, Orlando wasn't much a fan of bad Karaoke. Or even his identical evil twin sister, good Karaoke.
"I'm positively terrified that I might be punished by bad Karaoke's embroidery," Orlando thank to himself, "which would end my life as I know it. Oh, how I wish Dave were here."
Little did he know, suspect, or even regularly dream about, the fact that Dave had also fallen victim to the curved watermelon roof. Now deeply unconscious, he was curled up in the amber cavity of a traffic light that was migrating north for the winter season.
Knowing that it was his only chance of escape that didn't involve Marmite and Australia Post, Orlando opened up his silly little trolley bag, and reached in for his...
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Good post.
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