I'm not sure how it happened, but now I see a deer.
Agack, the light! It's everywhere; I cannot see in here.
I cannot think in here without a moose's appendix stuck to my left ear.
I know I am not making sense, but that is meant to be.
I think I am confusing you. Have I assumed correctly?
Yes, I think so. And you will think me mad.
Of course you will. I see it now, you and the moose-man, playing chess together.
It strikes me with absurdity, but I cannot see the plan.
What am I talking about? Have I lost my brain?
I don't think I am making sense, but is it meant to be?
Are you still reading this? I cannot truly see.
Oh, never mind. I cannot write a story.
I cannot do anything right, not even this.
Farewell, cheerio, see you in the morn.
I will not find myself here again unless this page has been torn.
I do not make sense; I cannot figure out the reasons why you are not letting me out.
I am trapped like a bug in amber.
I must escape, though I am strange. I have been left in paradise.
With only a stuffed animal and a pair of scissors, I must find a way to fly.
So, with that, I'm off, to soar into the sky.
I'll see you next time. So long, farewell, good-bye.
Copyright © 2002 by Decmerion P. Newhamstershire, Esq. and Bewildering Stories.