Once again, the clouds are crying, as they always do, here at the swamp. It's not like I can blame them though, for the swamp is a rather depressing place to be. There constant crying does not help, though. On a normal day, there crying would annoy me, but today is in no way normal. Today, go ahead and cry. Today, cry all you want, and scream and pout and throw down your bright flashes of light that burn trees and other tall things because today is the day, the day I will be free, the day I will be leaving the swamp, where theres no mud that squishes in between your toes and hardens, no smell of rotting fish. Oh, I know what your thinking, "A swamp fairy who doesn't like the smell of rotten fish! How absurd!" But, i heard from the maggots if your around decaying fish long enough, your brain will turn in to a fish because of all those fish particles your breathing in. So, take me to where the happy clouds are, and the water clean and the fish are very much alive. Somewhere where I don't have to live in the empty eye socket of a rotten mermaid with nowhere to sit but a dead maggot sofa with a small mushroom ottoman, the only decoration a wilted rose bud that the dragonfly Willow found for me in the far back of the of the eye. "We're ready to go!" Wind whistles. Okay. "I'm ready." I say, swirling my finger around in the thick layer of mud around covering the fungi garden that we determined previousy to be our meeting spot. "Lets go."
Wind and I soar high above the swamp. Wind rushes ahead , but I hesitate to wave goodbye. "Goodbye, Crying clouds. Goodbye, mud. Goodbye, rotting fish, maggots, decaying mermaid wilted rose bud and Willow. Goodbye, swamp."
