“The stars like carrots,” she giggled, hiding behind the curtain of moonlight.
Squeaky Voices: “Can we ride the rainbows?”
Eyes wide, the answer was always certain.
Far away, a parrot sang a lullaby in a language only understood by the wind. Follow the mist.
“Are fish ticklish?” asked the unseen explorer of puddles.
Echoing Laughter: “But why is the tree wearing socks?”
The honest question blinked like a beacon of delight.
There's a road made of jelly beans somewhere, discover it.
Remember when the clouds turned into cotton candy? Taste the memories.