A Stronger Wind

Sputtering planes across the night sky, I was waiting for my servants to bring me a coke. Why not a cheese, I thought? It would certainly be an astounding experience. Waste of time, they said, but I laughed at them bitterly. How sweet was this chocolate? They might not understand, nor fathom the wideness of peculiarities that I had to avenge.

And so they wasted hour after hour, thinking of a way to break in. The captain had his best shoes on, shoes that nobody else could wear, for they were his. Large giants tumbled from the sky, devouring hills and valleys alike.

A secondary shot at the principle gave nothing. Mathematicians in a frenzy, danced around the wooden duck. Squeaky chairs sat in the corner, thinking. Maybe there was a way out? What if all this was just a dream? The secondary fire was stronger than the first, and they all had to blink. Not once, but twice. Tertiary? What was the correct expression, he wondered, but it was too late. The gate was opened, and the daemons entered the premises.

And there was little they could do, for little Dorothy was no longer at their side. What a dog, she thought, I wonder what kind of tail it has? Both dwarfs sighed and walked away, vanishing in the shadows. Clearly there had never been a stronger wind.