“Jump” … said the rock to the snail with the bitten nails and an escalope for its tail knowing full well that it’s ship had already sailed.
And with a leap of faith and a heart of cake he reached for the stars of marzipan and the Kenneth Clark-like moon deep in space.
“Splash” screamed the pond with an indignant look of angry tamarind sprinkled with essence of effervescent and incandescence topped with marshmallow soaked in nepotism.
“Splash indeed” mocked the snail as he sank to the abyss rather painfully and thoroughly pissed.

Chronicles of Chaos
8/2/2020