The Fern Wheel

The melody was soothingly refreshing, coming from the east. Do you hear it? I asked the others, including an ugly wildebeest. It’s the fern wheel, he said, acting terrified of the Zen-like tune. He lumbered off to do some Halloween howling at the moon. I had forgotten what a pansy wansy this dandy can be. I looked at the rose bush and said “How pathetic is he?” The rose bush shut her eyes and shushed me in a hot way. She wanted to hear the fern wheel’s song over his ugly bray. Seriously I said, is that really just a common fern wheel? Not ordinary in any kind of way, she replied. Here is the deal. The fern wheel was transmogrified from the good witch of the north. I could tell you more about it, she said and so forth.