It was a very sunny day, time when the wools drink tea under the trees, when Alice broke his cup of vodka. She was flying high with the thoughts about the Wonderland when her psycho mind sent some bad messages and her hand could, incredibly, brake a strong glass cup. Strange? No, just the begging of a terrific afternoon!
Yes! Terrific, magic! At least, more than the others… She looked at her bloody hand, and started to think how magnific life is. Worms in the earth… Do they have blood? So, she went to the yard and dig a lot.
Some ‘water’ was falling from her forehead when decided to stop digging. Smiling as a child she fell asleep. Dreaming of monsters she woke up yelling:
- Where is my hot chocolate?
- Over the shadows of the lullaby clouds, girl! Go there and take it!
Taking her magic scissor she cut the clouds, flying as a fish, so she could reach the cold cup with hot chocolate.
2006/1
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