Inside of a Table Tennis Ball

I love playing table tennis, Glen and I arranged a match, We decided to get some balls, so he ordered a batch. I open a box and in it, one ball was a funny smoky blue, All the others were white, oh; I forgot to tell you, this story is true. The ball was heavier than the others so I thought open it and have a look, I rested it on my mothers “don’t touch or your ass is grass” recipe book. Under a shady tree I gave the ball a whack and it did break The ground under our feet shook like as if it were an earth quake Glen ( my imaginary friend) said “this must be a magical ball,” “What have you done Sidney Hall?” I ran in the house after that experience to changed my pants Came back shaking to take a glance There in the ball, In the ball, What looked like a small house, a beautiful garden and in the corner something under a tree, So I took my magnifying glass and peered in, under the tree, it’s……….me. The hair raised on the back of my neck, I slowly looked up to check. Lucky I had brown trousers, my knees shook at the bends, For looking down at me was a gigantic eye full magnifying lens. And behind it was me doing the same, And behind again and again and again. We were doing the same thing and were identical, we all could not comprehend The detail was amazing even down to Glen our imaginary friend. So if you see a smoky blues table tennis ball Don’t shake it for inside could be Glen and Sidney Hall. *Fantasy Contest*