Bubbles sing songs in banana forests. The trees clap hands, waiting for twinkly nighttime jams. Stars wink in with jellybean smiles.
Once, a turtle wore a hat made of dreams. It swam in the sky, chasing clocks that ran backwards, tick-tocking in reverse rhythm.
Here, chairs dance with tables, their waltz interrupted only by the arrival of a moonbeam unicorn. Ever munching on cheese sandwiches.
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