As she picked her way across the giant cobblestones, the tiny toe-shoe swayed gently across the somber brown face of her valise, its ribbon protesting mightily against the indignity of being tied to the handle of such an ungainly beast.
A top-hatted man from a doorway darkened by more than just a lack of natural light grinned at her in a most unusual way as he took in her frothy tutu and crystalline eyes. “Well, hello there, Dearest,” he began, indicating the sky with a pointed finger. “Perhaps you should deign to dine with us before the dramatic deluge begins.”
"Wherever shall I go?" she said, her lower lip trembling with extraordinary vigor as her possessions seemed to rain down from the bruised sky.
"I neither know nor care," replied Mr. Buckles, reaching out his dimpled hand to catch a single pink shoe that he thought far too small to be of any use to a significant human being. "I neither know nor care."
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This is a little ditty I recorded in Garageband. I later went on to record it with my band, but I kinda like this multi-tracked a cappella version. Go figure.
The top-hatted man used a small trowel to shovel grayish-green mashed potatoes onto a plate that resembled a manhole cover in size, creating a veritable root-vegetable Mount Everest, causing her a bit of panic regarding how on earth she would ever be able to consume enough to be polite.
“If you please, sir, I shall never be able to eat all of that, much as I would like to. Is it possible that you would take that plate and I could have another?” A strange silence fell over the top-hatted man’s dining companions that made the tiny little hairs on the back of her miniscule neck stand straight up and vibrate as if she’d recently been in contact with unhealthily high voltage.