I walked out of the house with my cup of tea converted to a brown mist floating some way above the sailing boat on my head. Both the mist and the boat dispersed before I caught the mechanical camel to the bird haunt and finally the primate Olympus where the gorilla god spoke using several words at once, I replied with multiple silences. I came home to take the chocolate princess to see a pair of hands; the hands pointed out bad news and June and I crept into stone towers to shuffle home. I heard a strange whispering from the cellar we haven’t got and saw a premonition of the sea above towns of municipal coral. In disgust I broke mere words into pieces and handed them around; only one person refused the gift and he had arrow slits for eyes - I drew a picture with arrows instead of trees.