Dance
One small pig, a puffin, and a large portion of lettuce in a cart. Absconding from a field with 240 baboons, ten mice with microphones, and a very large beetle. They went to visit a bird high in a tree. Nesting. Nearby was a lake. They enjoyed a swim and a boat ride across the waters. Then a radio signal arrived from the mountain. It said that the party was now over. All over was a silence. Then the trees began beating their branches. Echoing across the valleys like earthquakes in audiovisual waves. Sound not a speaker. Cancelled not this day. And so forth the groups of growth persisted in their watery games. Stopping only to feast. Upon large leaves and cheeses. Planting paintings pinning pops. Hahahaha bakery of whales in aprons eating. Hahahaha tasting tissues. Xxxx dilapidation z
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