Chapter Five
Prod reached for the door knob of his house
but he felt that it was warm! He looked up to the small chimney sticking
out of his forest pad, only to see an oddly large amount of smoke billowing out.
Panicking, he kicked the door open and ran inside
to save his...well, he had nothing of major importance to save! He looked
around the house only to discover that he had left way too much coal in the fire. He
breathed a sigh of relief, then took some of the coals out.
"OW! MY HANDS!" he shouted as he bobbled the piping hot coals around. He chucked it across the room and it landed in a bucket of idle ice water. He sighed.
He slammed down on his extremely old loveseat,
and started to try to rest. He couldn't rest though! Not after his
last dream about being in Wonderland. It was frighteningly real.
Who knows what odd book or story he could end up in?
He sat, wide eyed, on the famished, old, red
loveseat. He knew he couldn't fall asleep naturally, so to pass the time,
he walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a book at random.
The Sound and the Fury. Anything but that, he thought.
He placed it back on the shelf. Prod started to search for another.
It seemed like he had gone through the entire
shelf before he had found a book that was boring enough to make him fall
asleep, yet good enough to hold his attention. Lord of the Rings
He started to read, and after about a chapter, his
face had landed on top of the novel. He was fast asleep.
Chapter Six
He found himself in a bizarre and twisted world.
Everything had a sort of impossible slant to it. Everything disobeyed
the laws of gravity. It was exactly like something from Picasso!
He could, in fact, notice that there was one
difference between this world and a Picasso painting. Everything was
a character from a book or play!
He could see Hercule Poirot and Jane Marple
having a brisk chat over a cup of tea! He could, barely, see Thumbelina
and Tom Thumb sitting on leaves having a conversation. He knew all these
characters from somewhere! Garfield, Odie, Harry Potter, Frodo, Roger Rabbit,
Dick Tracy, Pippi Longstocking, Superman, Tess from Tess of the D'Urbervilles! It was like
a fantasy dream world. Actually, it was a fantasy dream world!
He looked down at himself to see who he was.
He gasped. He was the king from the Wizard of Id!
He smiled and ran down the hill in front of him to join the others.
He looked around.
He was in a grass covered valley where the sun,
which was wearing sunglasses, shined bright. He could see oddly shaped
rainbows, criss-crossing in the bright sky. He wondered how that was
possible. Perfectly groomed, yet physically impossible, trees
added even more character to the pastoral scene.
He looked around once again and saw all the characters having fun
except for him. He wondered what he should do.
He saw Nettles walking towards him. "Wake up!" said she.
Prod blinked and found himself back in the real world again. Nettles
from the dream turned into Nettles in the real world, still repeatedly saying, "Wake up!"
"Okay, okay, okay," said Prod, "I'm up!"
"Oh! Sorry! I just came by to apologize for before."
"Apologize? For what?"
"For before!"
"Augh! What happened before?"
"I kept asking questions that weren't my business, and I'm sorry."
"Couldn't you have just left a note?"
"I guess. Oopsie Tootsie!"
Prod glared at Nettles and got up from the love seat and put away the Lord of Rings. He said, "don't be a dumb blonde."
