048. Flying On A Crocodile

Flying on a crocodile through the ears of an elf I heard a pink giraffe give birth to its self the father was a swollen ear chewing on a chair its feet were red and purple waving octopus hair its knees had broken legs which were hanging from its nose kicking sand at the dwarf rhinos that were sniffing on the rose the rose was made from egg yolks tied securely to a tree a dozen streaks of honey and a bumble bee the bee was rather angry that its eyes were in a box his toes covering tree leaves being tickled by a fox I hear all this and wonder why the creatures never said that they were just imagined from inside the poor elf’s head