Toes of Trepidation

I was on a plane the other day. It was pretty scared. When I got off the plane, I realized that it hadn't taken off yet. Well, that was no good. So I took off for it. What I took off is still a subject of perfunctory study.

When I was on the plane, I was asked by the stewardesses if I would like some tea. None of the stewardesses were bears, which was a little disconcerting, it being so high up. So I answered, "No thank you, I do not want any tea." That was, you see, my existential state. The problem is that I really did want tea, only I knew, from a scientific standpoint, that I didn't. These things can be ascertained, you know.

So I jumped. What else was I supposed to do?

On my way down, I began to pass clouds. After a while, though, they had run out, so I started to pass other things. I passed a dragon, a canoe, some small cakes, and a guy I could have sworn was a sandwich, if I could have sworn. Everyone was very friendly.

Looking back on these events in my later years, as I am wont to imagine that I am the type of person who occasionally happens to do that I am, it all seems very hazy to me, but also very wistful. Maybe this is because I did not clean my glasses, but I think it's more likely that I forgot to clean the world.

What sort of a rag do you use to clean the world? And does it come in pink? Can you buy it at a grocer's? Will he give you a discount? If so, would you like to do it for me? I could really use a discount, I suppose.

Maybe they have pink ones in Japan, but I don't think they sell them that way here. Or maybe it's all just a joke.

It wasn't very funny. And yet I can't stop laughing.