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Mr. Jones, Submitting A dream.

4/2/2021

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“You’re telling me you knew all along?”, said Alice. Ender was a bewildered. That she was talking to what looked like a caterpillar smoking a pipe had Ender amused. This must be one of my dreams, he thought.
He leaned in to hear more. The conversation went on between Alice and the caterpillar. “Exactly.” said the caterpillar. Who puffed on a pipe blowing smoke?
That the scene made little sense to Ender was not really his fault. He got lost, like usual. Looking for a place to eat. He had read the sign “Food”. Thinking he had found something new, he had entered what looked like a normal glass door only to enter and garden flowers. That they were vulgar flowers indeed did not bug him. When they were extremely rude. He quoted an old favorite quote that had shut them up right away. Oh, you do not know it? “I was strolling through the park at midnight. La Da.. And you know I felt like stomping on the flowers. At Midnight… La Da..” And that quieted the flowers right down..
Ender had continued walking through the garden until coming upon the scene with Alice and the caterpillar.
Ender still listening to “Who are you” from the caterpillar. And Alice’s replies. Wandered into their conversation. Why? Simple. Food.  If he was going to be stuck in someone else’s dream he was going to get fed.
“Excuse, me? Where is food?”  asked Ender.  That he had just interrupted what was probably one of the better sorties in Alice in Wonderland was not something on his mind. This brought their conversation to a halt. And Ender into closeness of a. Well. A giant mushroom and what to him looked like a five foot long caterpillar along with a little girl.  A dream?

(c) Clinton Siegle


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