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TIME!! That's exactly what if felt like - it was just like feeling Time, I think! But where was I? It didn't feel like much time, and yet here I was, while the old man, and the trees, and the green rock and the road were not! And this place in which they weren't was indeed different from the where that it was once only just a few minutes ago.
"Excuse me, what time is it?" I asked a passerby on the street on which I was for who knows how long or how much longer that the street may be in fact... (I was thinking aloud). The person looked at me disdainfully as if I had asked him 'how wide is something very narrow?', so I asked him if he knew the date. He nodded then and pointed across the way to a large fru-it stand, where many fru-its stood large and small and in a great many varieties and postures.
I entered briskly, asking for a calendar, for I wished to know the date. I was handed a date-fru-it confectionery-condiment to taste, as 'the best way to know the date!" Frustrated, I insisted that I really wished to see a calendar, for whatever reasons, as that was my own business why I would wish to see one. From the back, and older man emerged with a chef's-strainer with large holes in it, which he beckoned me to look through. Putting this colander to my face obligingly, it seems they had me now, and I was dragged with the colander held to my face to court before the town judge (in more time than I knew was happening, the view through the holes being both vague and at the same time rather interesting, and, strangely, safe-feeling).
"How do you stand?" asked the judge. I was standing like a carrot.
The judge looked at me angrily. "It is obvious. You were arrested in a fru-it-stand, yet you are standing like a carrot!" He motioned to the guard; "To the Tower of Babblers!" he commended him.
I could stand what was happening, but fru-its would have been better if applied, possibly.
As I was being led out, one person caught my eye with a puzzled expression on his face. Obviously, I didn't really carrot all..! But he did for some reason. "Lettuce discuss this matter," I pleaded, "I've been misunderstood!" Angry scowls reminded me I had just made matters worse. What could happen next?! Nothing, I reckoned...
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