Dot Dot Dot

The slope of the earth was reminiscent of a large green glacier. It came down from Northwest Peak like a rumbling tear drop. Beyond The Edge there was nothing – how could there be, it was The Edge?

Only three colors existed in this peculiar realm; The Birds were red, The Trees were green, and The Mords were gray. Every once-in-while, a precocious pelican, or perhaps a keen kiwi would take a break from his red apple with a green worm inside and imagine how wonderful it would be to eat a different colored worm.

“Whaddaya mean ‘different color’?!” a pessimistic pigeon would inevitably say with a thick Brooklyn accent (as pessimistic pigeons do).

“Well, it would look kinda like… You know when you sit on a Mord’s back and you get so comfortable you fall asleep and then you wake up and realize you could’ve been killed and start to panic but then see that the Mord’s asleep and everything’s okay… you know that feeling? It kinda looks like that.”

But shortly after the words “it would look kinda like dot dot dot” all but a few patient penguins would return to the business of exhuming green worms from red apples. And let’s face it, the penguins’ puny brains couldn’t keep up with such a run-on sentence.

What a ticklish notion to think the first time they would actually glimpse this indescribable color, it would be the last thing they ever saw.  And hot – O, so hot!  But that won’t be for a while…