It was a cold morning, which I spied from a telescope held the wrong way round. The ships moored up against the garden fence were covered in hoar. I took a newspaper to town, crumpled it for a couple of hours and then returned garlanded with dolls holding hands. The evening was spent in one of those places that bridge the real world and an alternative one. I came home in the cold – the ships were moored in anticipation.
From the stick man’s observatory I parachuted quite early into a new reality. The flotsam and jetsam communicated telepathically and the music concert was interrupted by the involuntary cancan dancer. I gave her several words to sit on and she packed my lunch box with dried moss.
I looked out from the canopy of the spitfire mark five a bit later than planned. I made myself even later by stuffing a fully functioning weather station into my spare pocket. I then spent all day moving the green damsels in distress that populate the nether regions of the purple world. As I didn’t have to paddle my canoe along one of Titan’s methane rivers during the evening I built a new town in an old armchair.
I was expecting to put on my armour and mount the old war horse early enough to join the caterpillars in their interstellar foraging; unfortunately I was late and missed the boat to the island where the trees communicate with dog barks. Poppy, the collie/policeman cross had dropped all her leaves by the time I got in.
I stood up and stepped out of the page far too early in the morning. I found the cat inside the television and I turned him over. The kittens were practising the Indian rope trick – June was lighting the filter end of her cigarette and smoking it . I was late going to the dentist. When I got back I put a balaclava on the ceramic guard dog and pretended it was a terrorist.
A busy day. I soon found out I was the only human not on stilts and I ended up having to run through the melee like a clockwork mouse. I soon spied the clockwork cat and went home with artificial kitten food. Once in the ice palace I placed the feeding bowl on a blue and red kite and went to work in the clouds.
I was out in the morning; fired by a bow into a haystack. I got out clutching a handfull of needles and sped home by centipede bus. I spent the middle of the day in a whirlpool; getting giddy and pulling an unknown Shakespeare play out of a hat. I wore the hat home.