William in Wonderland or How To Lose a Tree in Three Movements
When William awoke, he found that he was enveloped by the green growth of the Wonderfully Weird Woods, known for the inevitable case of the willies one experiences once realizing the fact that he is standing in said woods.
William thought to himself, "Well, this is bizarre," as the grass floor-bed he found himself upon was certainly not the same bed he had fallen asleep in only minutes (or was it hours?) ago.
"You mean to say weird," said a nearby tiny but tremendous tree.
"Pardon?"
The tree corrected a startled William again.
"You mean to say 'Well, this is weird,' not bizarre. We are in the Wonderfully Weird Woods after all."
(It shouldn't be noted that the tree, thoguht forced to repeat itself, had not even the slightest inkling of impatience in it's voice).
"Makes sense," William admitted.
But before William mustered enough comprehension to question speaking tree's ability to dish-out dialogue, the green and brown figure turned into a needle, and stabbed itself into the ground with a simple and pure white string attached to his end following.
William knew no discouragement, however. Suddenly, the only thing he knew, the only thing he ever knew, was insatiable curiosity. It gnawed at him, wearing him down gradually like water eroding the shore. He devoured the grassy opening he had un-slumbered upon, and continued onward.
The next thing Finley found in the Fantastically Freaky Forrest was a couple. This fabulous scene featured the bashfully beatiful boy-girl and the startingly strong girl-boy. They both looked playfully at Finley, and harmonized a love hymn.
Will you be my blue-bird
and blow beauty in my ear?
Will you be my weird word
and say that you love me, dear?
After the giggling and gesturing that naturally occurrs after this sort of song, the two jumped atop of each other and made lucrative, luscious love.
William devoured them.
The next crazy creature William's insatiable curiosity unveiled lay in a river-bed (or was it the river-bed itself?). The River-bed Ranter, as it was commonly known, opned its three marvelous mouthes.
"William, would you, oh wisest of wise-guys, wow me with wisdom way weirder than any child your age, and not devour my watery whimsy? My wavy wispfulness would wet your appetite, but certainly not satiate it."
Despite his pleas at the humane and caring side of William, the River-bed Ranter failed at reaching past the carnivore of curiosity. With a straw pulled out and a slippery slurp, he was no more.
Things continued on much in this fashion. Terrance would encounter a weird scene in the Terrifically Trippy Trees, and devour it once the performance had ended and the actors had taken their bows.
And each time he ate a story, he grew slightly more bloated.
Eventually, Ethan engulfed everything in the woods, excluding the empty quilt on which he lay his now blubbery bulbous body.
"I feel rather ill," William groned, "I sure wish I had my bed to sleep my belly ache off in."
But of course, not a sould responded to his half-thought-half-wish. William felt very sorry that his insatiable curiosity had driven him to devour the world filled with beds on which he didn't sleep.
"Is this irony?" His curiosity began to bubble up in his immense mass again. It was all too much.
Through the bottom of the quilt came the once-tree-now-annoyed-needle, pointy side up, popping William.
The body of the boy propelled off like a deflating balloon into the void that he had un-filled. And just like that, non-existance was devoured into existance.
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William thought to himself, "Well, this is bizarre," as the grass floor-bed he found himself upon was certainly not the same bed he had fallen asleep in only minutes (or was it hours?) ago.
"You mean to say weird," said a nearby tiny but tremendous tree.
"Pardon?"
The tree corrected a startled William again.
"You mean to say 'Well, this is weird,' not bizarre. We are in the Wonderfully Weird Woods after all."
(It shouldn't be noted that the tree, thoguht forced to repeat itself, had not even the slightest inkling of impatience in it's voice).
"Makes sense," William admitted.
But before William mustered enough comprehension to question speaking tree's ability to dish-out dialogue, the green and brown figure turned into a needle, and stabbed itself into the ground with a simple and pure white string attached to his end following.
William knew no discouragement, however. Suddenly, the only thing he knew, the only thing he ever knew, was insatiable curiosity. It gnawed at him, wearing him down gradually like water eroding the shore. He devoured the grassy opening he had un-slumbered upon, and continued onward.
The next thing Finley found in the Fantastically Freaky Forrest was a couple. This fabulous scene featured the bashfully beatiful boy-girl and the startingly strong girl-boy. They both looked playfully at Finley, and harmonized a love hymn.
Will you be my blue-bird
and blow beauty in my ear?
Will you be my weird word
and say that you love me, dear?
After the giggling and gesturing that naturally occurrs after this sort of song, the two jumped atop of each other and made lucrative, luscious love.
William devoured them.
The next crazy creature William's insatiable curiosity unveiled lay in a river-bed (or was it the river-bed itself?). The River-bed Ranter, as it was commonly known, opned its three marvelous mouthes.
"William, would you, oh wisest of wise-guys, wow me with wisdom way weirder than any child your age, and not devour my watery whimsy? My wavy wispfulness would wet your appetite, but certainly not satiate it."
Despite his pleas at the humane and caring side of William, the River-bed Ranter failed at reaching past the carnivore of curiosity. With a straw pulled out and a slippery slurp, he was no more.
Things continued on much in this fashion. Terrance would encounter a weird scene in the Terrifically Trippy Trees, and devour it once the performance had ended and the actors had taken their bows.
And each time he ate a story, he grew slightly more bloated.
Eventually, Ethan engulfed everything in the woods, excluding the empty quilt on which he lay his now blubbery bulbous body.
"I feel rather ill," William groned, "I sure wish I had my bed to sleep my belly ache off in."
But of course, not a sould responded to his half-thought-half-wish. William felt very sorry that his insatiable curiosity had driven him to devour the world filled with beds on which he didn't sleep.
"Is this irony?" His curiosity began to bubble up in his immense mass again. It was all too much.
Through the bottom of the quilt came the once-tree-now-annoyed-needle, pointy side up, popping William.
The body of the boy propelled off like a deflating balloon into the void that he had un-filled. And just like that, non-existance was devoured into existance.
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