Terence walked down the road wondering about the weirdness of the day that had just passed.
He’d woken as normal at 6.52 but, abnormally, a white rabbit sat at the end of his bed and spoke to him. “Don’t follow me to wonderland but see the fat man at Dreamland before lunch.”
So Terence went to Dreamland as it was his day off and he had nothing else to do. A fat man manning a hot dog stall greeted him like an old friend and gave Terence a ticket for the Scenic Railway. “A very special ticket indeed,” he announced.
So Terence rode the railway and as the car went down one of the dips he was transported to another world, one beyond Margate, where, like in Oz, everyone wore coloured specs to distort reality, but here it was blue because that was the despotic king’s favourite colour.
Soon after arrival Terence was arrested as an illegal immigrant and jailed. The white rabbit, now blue, told him he must kill the king at his trial. Which Terence obviously did because by now he was so bewildered by everything that it made sense to kill.
So a death sentence was passed, “The only way back,” whispered his fat, familiar, executioner and, as the axe passed through his neck, Terence saw the world of blue change to the multicolour of the street he lived on.
So Terence walked down the road wondering about the weirdness of the day that had just passed.
He’d woken as normal at 6.52 but, abnormally, a white rabbit sat at the end of his bed and spoke to him. “Don’t follow me to wonderland but see the fat man at Dreamland before lunch.”
So Terence went to Dreamland as it was his day off and he had nothing else to do. A fat man manning a hot dog stall greeted him like an old friend and gave Terence a ticket for the Scenic Railway. “A very special ticket indeed,” he announced.
So Terence rode the railway and as the car went down one of the dips he was transported to another world, one beyond Margate, where, like in Oz, everyone wore coloured specs to distort reality, but here it was blue because that was the despotic king’s favourite colour.
Soon after arrival Terence was arrested as an illegal immigrant and jailed. The white rabbit, now blue, told him he must kill the king at his trial. Which Terence obviously did because by now he was so bewildered by everything that it made sense to kill.
So a death sentence was passed, “The only way back,” whispered his fat, familiar, executioner and, as the axe passed through his neck, Terence saw the world of blue change to the multicolour of the street he lived on.
So Terence walked down the road wondering about the weirdness of the day that had just passed.
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