Prolouge
The stars swirled as I span in circles on the hill of fortune, atop the well of many wishes whilst Ugander my bubblegum pink pegasus looked at me in despair. My head was reeling so I stopped and staggered, falling down the hole in the centre of the well and landed on my bum in a pool of rather foul smelling water. “Oink!” I exclaimed and rubbed my head. I looked up into the night sky which was framed with the circular rim of the well, the moon was exactly central and I sat there, among the copper pennies, mesmerised. My trance was broken by Ugander poking his fluffy head in the way.
“Come along Bzilibobtalikamay.” He said, rather to my amazement – I couldn't remember him being able to talk – before somehow fitting himself into the well, pulling my out and turning into a garden gnome. I stared at him “Baa?” I asked. Flicking my rainbow hair out of my eyes, which had at some point appeared on stalks coming from my nostrils, I shrugged. The next thing I knew I had rolled down the hill and fallen asleep in a bramble bush. Ugander was still a garden gnome.
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The Diary of Bzilibobtalikamay - A Hectic Tale of Disputable Logic
FantasíaBzilibobtalikamay, who was named after the local slang for the worst word ever (his parents were having a bad century), lives in a world where logic isn't very reliable. Whilst high on Moonbeams he declared to his best friend, the bubblegum pink peg...
