Stejar Starhl: What's wrong, buddy?
You're shaking like an empty suitcase.
Do you need a jumper?
Eiseemi Laxi: I see showjumpers already, thank you.
Pony in pink: Dear wanderers, what are your wonders?
Stejar Starhl: Who are you? Where are we? Do I like bananas? Will I ever live in a palace?
Pony in pink: We are the Champignons. The tally-ho of the Truffle-players.
Pony with wings: You are in the Forest of Fungus.
Pony with big pasterns: No and no. You will end up living in a very mushy room.
Eiseemi Laxi: Stop speaking, silly shiitake! I can't think.
Pony quite translucent: You will find your way in the mouth.
Stejar Strahl: Mouth?
Pony with big pasterns: The answers are in the mouth.
Just set your faces towards the Lady of Doorset.
The double-decked watering can will do the rest.
To be continued...
3 comments:
'shaking like an empty suitcase'
What a stimulating image.
Just an idea of the shaking empty suitcase sends cold shivers down my spine.
No, it actually reminded me of Shaking Stevens and I'm not recovered yet.
NB. I just cruelly sold all the ponies and send them away.
I hope they will get a bit more conventional enviroment to make things that plastic ponies normally do.
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