Lappa laughed and Laffa Lapped.
Lappy Lappa laff.
Three rocks zoomed through the clearing and sliced through a dense forest of trees. The trees toppled forward, crushing a bunch of peoples and dreams. The pebbles skipped across sea and pavement and rocketed themselves into the dusty air. Everywhere the rocks flew, they defied the very meaning of gravity and spread havoc and plagues.
The three Rockabloes.
Stumbling into stomaches and tearing apart throats.
Smooth. Oval. Round. Grey.
Racing in random patterns. Weaving in and out of hidden groves.
Explosions.
Madness.
They hadn't lost their marbles.
They simply didn't have any.
The horror.
The sheer delight.
Wonderful.
