Not a Request #003
Thousands of paper bags flew into the air and popped simultaneously showering popcorn on children. This interrupted the children’s daily routine of sorting tax returns. They all looked up and drew a heavy sigh on ticker tape. Remembering their previous engagements, the children marched single file over a cliff and into a submarine. There they slept forever, fighting night terrors and stealing the blankets from each other.
This was panned by critics and avoided by moviegoers. Such a mess was this, that many people placed golden marmalade onto shelves in preparation for the magician. His arrival always brought with it hard candy that tasted like dish detergent. People would jump into their wind up boots and cross canals. The magician’s theme song grew longer each year. One could only hope the smell of these events hasn’t changed. Would the sword return to its former wielder? These questions and more would be answered come Turdas of Last Seed.
Last time the magician arrived, a doctor found a cure for pain. The doctor soon found that more than just pain was relieved, but also those special feelings one gets for warm bread. He gave the last of his cure to a janitor and flew off to the sunset hoping never to be poisoned by it again. There are rumours, however, that the cure may have poisoned the doctor’s friends, perhaps more! Perhaps innocent turtles will never feel those special feelings for warm bread! Should the doctor throw the last of the cure in a casserole and pretend it never happened? The janitor would say no, it cured his dust allergies.
The magician liked to throw magic at those who would upstage him, even if it was dark rain clouds. Not a fleck of lunchables should land on the crimson grass. Though, a plus side would be that it involves less vicious cat maulings. The magician shan’t go home, for home is no longer home. Home also brings pain in the form of falling boxes. No one likes receiving king size sheets, nor do they wish to fly on flip-flops. These answers and more would be questioned come Turdas of Last Seed.