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You would never guess what can happen when you jump into a seemingly shallow puddle at night time!
It turns out that it is not a puddle rather than a giant hole which brings you to a new world on the other side of the light water. Now you are left stunning and don't know what to do.
So you decide to call Whoolio who lives in Never Never land.
You can't believe your eyes. There are magical creatures of all shapes and sizes in all directions!
You tried to walk, but your body was not listening to you and it was very difficult to make a step
So you reached out your arm as far as it would go to see if you could touch a creature.
Just as you are about to touch one of the creatures the world around you suddenly shatters like a glass pane.
And that's when you realise that the world you've been living in has been made of marshmallows all along
That's the moment when you take your first bite into the soft and sweet world around you.
It tastes like... To your surprise, what should've been a soft sweet bite of marshmallow turned out to sting 
with ghost pepper like spiciness.
The sharpness of ghost pepper expressed in thoughts would result in following wild flow of thoughts:
Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L’étendard sanglant est levé. (2×)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes.
"Where do these verses come from!?" you ask yourself, as it occurs to you that you don't know any French. "There must be some explanaton for this sudden outburst of bilingualism, so far unknown to me".
And after all those thoughts of ours, you realised you are flying high with bunch of stoned dwarfs.
Because what I ate were not marshmallows, but exotic mushrooms of some sort.
You think to yourself "What a strange effect." And proceed to drink a glass of milk.
Thankfully, the milk has been spiked with disinfectant which allows sunlight to penetrate into your body. 
The strange brew then causes your body to clone itself into two yous! Bit-by-bit and byte-by-byte your entire is duplicated beside you.
Except, it seems to be a younger, better looking version of yourself.
Just one thought arrowed my head in that moment - "My clone... is it friend or enemy?"
If it is my enemy, I must keep them close!
And with this thought in mind, I knew there was only one way to do this.
It was going to be necessary to vomit the milk. 
Unfortunately it wasn't a good day.
However the day was not over for it is in the nature of humanity to search tenaciously for a beam of optimism in these times of chaos
And so i was, sitting in Never Land, thinking if milk was the cause of my
problems, or if i was just making it all up in my head..so I grabbed my
backpack, stood up and...
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing"
I kept looping that thought in my head because awareness is key. But greater than that … ignorance is bliss.
So there I am blissfully ignorant regurgitating magic milk together with my forked clone in a shattering landscape of spicy marsmallows, 
when out of my backpack emerges...
... that old sandwich my mum had packed for school lunch a couple of years ago. It looked angry.
Or maybe just rotten? I responsibly extracted it from the folds in my bag and deposited it in the nearest trash can.
Which reminded me what my uncle Ben told me... "With great power comes great responsibility". With all the milk and all the marshmallows 
theres still room to grow as a creature. So I went to the library to pick up a few manuals for my hoverboard. There was something wrong with it 
and I couldnt figure it out without those manuals. I found 4 manuals and 1 was what I needed.
Just as I realized that to be smart is to embrace stupidity, my clone shouted, 
"Oh my god! Look out for that hulking, lava-spewing, two-headed, irritated-looking rainbow hamster."
It was almost 6-feet high and, quite surprisingly given its name, completely grey. It lifted its clawed paws and, with a sudden movement, it...
gently caressed the side of my face. Looking into the eye of this grey-colored giant rainbow hamster, I suddenly had the urge to eat a hot dog."
"When I woke up this morning, there was a..."
racoon eating my delicious breakfast and...
Staring at me quite awkwardly. I wonder where the hamster went? And why was this raccoon eating my breakfast.
Everyday presented new challenges in this weird place. I need to figure out a way to get back home.
She turned to me and said, "There must be some kind of way out of here."
Then he replied that's life and you must deal with it!
Which led to the conclusion that life is just hard
But it's important to appreciate the little things that happen, I suppose
the little things outweigh the large things, and considering the tendency to overlook the seemingly small things that affect us significantly.
Shrugging off such useless thoughts, I became aware of my hunger and decided to fish my sandwich out of the trash can and eat it, ignoring its protests all the while.
Upon completion of the last bite I looked up to see the glass pane had returned. Through it I could see reenactments of all that had transpired except for... 
... what happened once I called Whoolio. I look at my phone and realize I am holding a marshmellow. It is smiling at me. 
It is not a nice smile, it is the kind of smile that sends shivers down your back because you know something bad is about to happen.
I did not like the way the marshmallow was smiling at me so I decided to make a cup of hot chocolate and put the mallow into my cup and watch is slowly disappate and mix in 
with the warm chocolate-y drink. As I drank the contents of the cup I though to myself, "smile at me now, marshmallow."
The marshmellow screams silently and explodes in my hand like a Samsung Galaxy Note 7. 
The next morning I woke up and salutate the sun, open the windows and was thinking "A normal morning finally!" when a rock wrapped in 
a paper (a note) come acroos the window.
And the paper said... 
"My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!"
Mr. Montoya, how could I forget you...
That stormy day during our childhood
Back then, I only knew how much you loved that Kirby toy of yours... never thought it would make you
this way. Time to grab my backpack and make a dash for the woods. 
As I lifted my backpack onto my shoulders, I realized that my shoes were missing! Not wanting to spare another moment,
I ran out into the woods barefoot, but ready to take on the day.
And then thats when my day started with a bee sting between my toes.
So much for walking barefoot in this land of never never, well, never never again will I do that, except if
am walking on the sandy beaches of the Indian Ocean coast or the Bahamas. Enough of daydreaming...
because I'm no daydream believer. It was finally time for a reality check, except I couldn't find it, and my toes were swelling up to be the size of plums. 
But all that came to my mind was eating plums at Grandma's, nothing more...
I decide then that I need to rest and eat something. That’s when I opened my backpack and saw...
my chicken, Horatio Von Cluckington III, had stowed away. I asked, "What are you doing here?!"
and I got no reply, because it's a chicken and chickens don't speak I remembered. and with that realisation I woke up....
This is not even the strangest dream I've had this week, however now I want an omelet.
So I use my magic amulet to conjure the most delicious omelette I can think of. Only, instead of an omelette, I get ... 
a small, furry creature with big, round eyes staring back at me. It looks like a cross between a bunny and a hamster, and it's sitting right where my omelette should be and then ...
"You will never be able to conjure up a delicious omelette," echoes the words of my former magic teacher.
...It was in this instant that a flashback appeared in my mind to my freshman year of highschool I was in magic class unable to conjure an omlet! Everyone stood there laughing at me, and I failed
my magic exam as well as the class thanks to my evil teacher Harrithan Plotters with his lightning shaped mole and his silly monocle. But this time I'll show them all!! I picked up the amulet and with all my might I shouted "WINGED GUARDIAN LEVI-O-SUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!" every single light bulb exploded and sparks shot out of the sockets and to my amazement once the smoke cleared....

there it was, the biggest, ugliest, hairiest creature I've ever seen in my life! I was in shock, I couldn't believe I was standing in front of a ....
a monstrous omelette with eyes that seemed to change colours as it breathed. As I stared at the omelette, facing the possibility of death, I couldn't help but think that this was all part of some sick plan orchestrated by Plotters.
in a short while, i quickly think of a way to come out of it and freely free myself and realised all problems has a specific solution ....
...was it all a dream, is anything even real? Horatio, the milk, the never ending sandwich...whatever it is/was, chaos lives here.
Luckily I knew from magical high school that the greatest way to defeat the evilest omelet was to serve it with a side of roast potatoes.

With roasted potatoes echoing in my mind like a mantra, space inverted as the universe devoured itself and from the folds of reality a radiant figure emerged – the Divine Mother herself, a manifestation of pure grace and maternal power. 

As the whisper faded, a soft glow pulsed through the room, and I felt an unseen presence watching me with ancient, knowing eyes. My heart raced as the warmth wrapped tighter around me, blurring the line between dream and reality until I no longer knew where I truly stood...
But when I realised I was mistaken and that the best approach to vanquish the most evil of all was...UPS! Suddenly i woke up and found myself floating. Disoriented, I flailed my arms, limbs meeting only air. Panic surged through me, but then I realized I wasn't falling. Confused, I sat up and realised that I was still in my room. The room was dark but there was a gentle wormth surrounded me, and a soothing voice whispered, "it was just a dream.. or was it"...
and I realized it was the ghost of Horatio Von Cluckington III's father, Horatio Von Cluckington II, peering over at me from the windowsill. As I gazed into his pale, blue-white beady eyes amidst the whirlwind of memories, I couldn't help but ask myself...
All the play of the divine mother, the marshmellow, the roasted potato, all and all.