Meanwhile, in the kingdom Ymasanawalazooxustkjff,
the wicked witch of the west felt quite disoriented, now being in the northeast. She asked for french fries to go with her pudding, but the cashier turned away. Perhaps he had not heard her, she thought, and so she repeated her request. The young man turned around and the wicked witch of the west (now the northeast) saw that he had on his face a grin extending from ear to ear. "Oh dear," thought the wicked witch of the west (now in the northeast), "this would not do at all; not only I am stranded in the general direction of northeast, I had definitely fallen into the hole of the White Rabbit..."
The wicked witch of the west (now in the northeast) would have gone on with her thoughts, but
her train was disrupted by the grinning cashier, who as he effortlessly floated by her, was hissing through his exposing teeth these rhymes:
RHYMES OF THE GRINNING CASHIER:
Somewhere over the city's dump
o'er the gossamer wings of flies
I dare to dream of a bluer sky
and I dare to dream of my chump
He will come for me
like thieves in the night
surreptitiously sly
and take my dog, my lamp, my keys.
CHORUS: oh my dog, my lamp, my keys!
But how now April days have gone
and alas May will be no more
as I look at the dumphill every dawn
My eyes water and I yawn.
CHORUS: oh my dog, my lamp, my keys!
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Outside, the rain was pouring. Outside, the windwas howling. Outside, evening was falling on hurrying pedestrians under their black umbrellas, thinking of their dry abodes and warm hearths. Inside, the wicked witch of the west (now in the northeast)continued to ask for her frenchfries from her metamorphous cashier, who had by now turned into a giant ear of corn, popping his kernels like a firework exposition by the hot, charring grill.
(11/15/01)
illustration by Anatoly Belyukin from Tales of the Amber Sea
