"Aha!" he exclaimed, holding up a worn-out gear-wheel from a Snip-or-snatch Bush.
"This," he said with a rather occulent smile, "reminds me of a time I was for a walk with the Great King of Billingsboro. There we were, walking peacefully under the sand, when suddenly, the King disappeared, and the sand particles began to swirl around and around my body. They started swirling faster, till I felt I was in a huge tunnel, moving through it at an increasing rate of speed, the sand particles becoming multi-colored specks that grew and grew, till they blended into each other to form a picture of some different kind of reality. Then, all at once, I fell into the wheelbarrow!! I got quite carried away with this, and soon found myself carried to a glimmering land with shimmering lavender skies, deep-purple grass, dark red-orange trees, and yellow pump handles strewn all around. The pump handles began to expand all over the place, until the entire area was drenched in rich yellow. I then heard yells over the hill of some people watching a game, as the ball came flying through the air toward me, white against a field of yellow. Suddenly, its wings turned a deep-blue, so deep, in fact, that - when I fell in - I would have drowned had not the windows opened to let in some air! I was then hurled by a huge gust of wind through a Great Door, and I landed on a plot of grass, which walked away quite disgusted with me. I did not know what to do! Turning around, I noticed that the round didn't want to be turned!!! So I started walking, thinking to explore this strange land where it seemed I could do nothing right. Soon, I came upon a roadsign with two arrows on it. The first said, "To Willot." The second said, "Not to Willot."
"Decisions, decisions. I sat down upon the rumplot at the base of the sign and proceeded to decide. Just then, a small logmole came upon me and asked what I was doing.
"I'm trying to decide to decide which way to go - To Willot or Not To Willot," I explained.
"Why?" he asked.
"I'm exploring," I answered, "and wish to learn as much as possible about this strange land of yours."
"Well," he said, "if that is your goal, then I suggest you go To Willot."
"Why To Willot?" I asked him.
"Well, you see, if you were to go To Willot, you'll be finding out something about all the other places by seeing what they're Not! It would be silly to go anywhere else, for then you'd only be seeing what Willot was not like."
"Satisfied he had supplied me with all the information I'd need, he rolled himself under a piece of moss and fell asleep. Something about his logic bothered me, but I decided to go ToWillot anyway, on his suggestion."
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