Dino, felt deeply troubled as her yelps of fear became
whispers of imminent death. His heart yearned for an answer, and in return, in
a flash of golden epiphany light, he received it.
His top hat lurched off his head and hovered in front of
him. He eyed it carefully, and, with the will of a bizzilion year old dinosaur
a strange vapour like hand appeared before him and dove into the hat like an overzealous
magician eager to prove the bunny to the audience, and pulled out a purple
mushroom.
His tiny beady eyes blinked and he opened his mouth,
allowing the smoky hand to deposit this mushroom from his hat into his mouth.
Chewing with as much enthusiasm he could muster, (I mean it is a mushroom after
all) he swallowed and waited. Waited for what you might ponder? For the very
same brain addled dilemma to appear before him as it appeared to MJ, due to
drugs, in this case a muther flippen purple mushroom. Then just as he thought
it didn’t work, it did. Oh boy it did.
