April 14, 2005
Trippy
Oh. My. God.
I just read something that the Nephew (of psychedelic hermit crab shell fame) wrote for his Grampa when he was four. Dude, it is so... I can't even describe it. You have to read it for yourself. Here it is, as dictated verbatim to Older Sister.
Grandpa was looking for an apple at the beach. The apple was under the sand. The arrows led him to the beach. There was a dinosaur. He wanted a bigger sun and there was a bigger sun. And his head was turning bigger and he was happier.There was feathers that fell from the birds. The biggest apple was the one that fell. The medium ones are still on the tree. The tiny ones were still on the tree. And there were stars. And also at the beach, Grandpa saw some trees – and it was not night time yet, but the moon was just a little bit coming out.
Now it’s a medium bit coming out. But now it’s night time and he knew it was night time, but he was just going to stay there for five more minutes.
The End.
Is that not totally trippy? I love it! Especially the part about his head getting bigger, which would freak me out to no end, but apparently, Grampa was happy about it. Good for him.
