part four
Last time, I had said that I would post one more installment in this tale, but, since then, I changed my mind. I decided to break this into two parts, just because a blog post with ten images could be a bit long and unwieldy. So, for this installment, I have six drawings, and the last four drawings will go into my October 31st post. For this post, the prompts are button, firefly, rowdy, inferno, puzzling, onion.
At the end of the last episode…
Wolf realized that he was very close to home so he walked back to his room to go back to sleep. Before he could do so, he saw and heard a tremendous blast, and he flew into space and through time to…
… a snowy place, where an adorable snowhuman stood guard. The snowhuman wore cute mittens that someone had knitted for it, and it smiled gleefully. It had a hat with a big button, and there were big buttons attached to the snowhuman, next to its fashionable scarf. Wolf smiled at the snowhuman’s happiness. All of a sudden, the snowhuman began singing a song about Frosty the Snowman. The snowhuman began weeping about Frosty getting warm and melting. The snowhuman’s warm tears melted parts of its face, which was sad because the snowhuman had a very lovely singing voice.
Wolf wanted to hug the sad snowhuman but was afraid that his touch would cause the snowhuman to melt even more.
Wolf kept walking and feeling cold. He was not dressed for winter. Suddenly, he found himself in a much warmer place. He suddenly felt very aware that he was living in a dream, rather than in real life. He wondered if he could see whether the snowhuman had recovered from its melted face experience, but he soon discovered that he wasn’t really able to manipulate his own dreams. He also noticed that the plants were very, very tall or that he was very, very small. It was very dark, and he was walking through a garden of tall plants, although he realized they were actually plants he would normally consider to be very short, more like ground cover, such as coleus, violas, and portulacas. It wasn’t too hard to see the colorful plants because of the light that was shining from a single firefly. He looked up and saw the firefly, and it looked very large indeed.
And then, just as Wolf was enjoying the garden, the scenario changed again. He was in a city, and he saw a bunch of odd looking people marching around. One had a picket sign that said, very simply, “NO.” Wolf walked over to the person holding up the sign and asked him what was going on.
The man with the sign said, “Rowdy people have been interrupting our poetry sessions so we are having a protest against rowdy people. Last month, it rained so hard that we had to stop reading poetry so we had a protest against hard rain. We protest a lot so I made one sign that would suit any occasion.”
“This has to be a dream,” Wolf said. “This protest is very silly.”
“Oh no, it’s not,” said the man with the sign. “Something else is about to happen, and we have to get ready to protest against that.”
Wolf kept walking and, apparently, time moved forward faster than he did. All of a sudden, he saw the protesters on one side of the street and a huge raging fire on the other side. It looked like an inferno!
“What did I tell you? We are protesting against fire because it destroyed the benches that we sat on when we read poetry.”
“Oh, dear,” said Wolf. He walked away, afraid that the next disaster to befall the protesters would be even worse than an inferno. But, once again, time moved faster than he did, and he came across an incomplete jigsaw puzzle. He thought that was very puzzling.
“What an odd image,” Wolf thought. He saw the protesters begin to gather. The sign that said, “no” made a lot of sense now, seeing that the protesters protested everything, both big and small.
Wolf walked on. Just then, he got very hungry. He wondered if he would feel hungry while sleeping. Abruptly, he woke up. He walked into the kitchen, where his mother was weeping over an onion. Or maybe something else???
TO BE CONTINUED!
