I covered up the rhino, well, now a baby, but still, and stepped into the hallway. There was another scream. It wasn't a scream of pain. It wasn't a scream of fear or joy either. It was a scream of shear madness. I slowly walked down the hall, not wanting to get hurt, or caught. When I got closer to the end of the hall, I heard a man singing a very strange song. It went like this:
I scream, you scream, we all scream for onions! I scream, you scream, we all scream for onions!
It just kept going on and on and on. I walked into a large kitchen that was colored in various shades of pink. A fat man was standing on the counter singing the tune.He was cutting onions and throwing them all around the kitchen. The onions were up to my ankles. The man was clearly crying. My eyes started to water.
"Excuse me, sir?" I said. The man stopped singing. "Do you, by any chance, know where the Lord is?" He looked at me in a funn way.
"Well, yes I do. He is in his study like always." The man said. He started singing again. I walked down a different hallway and came to a large pink room. There was a man sitting there. He looked up at me.
"Yes?" He said.
"The King summons you, for using onions." I said.
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Wren in Wonderland
FantasyOn Wren's 13th birthday, she travels to Wonderland. It has changed. She meets strange people, and animals.
