You run screaming into the jungle, singing show tunes to calm your nerves.
you feel your feet pounding to the rythm.
"howdy neighbor, happy harvest," you cry triumphantly as you bound down into
a small clearing.
as you begin a rousing chorus of "c'mon get happy,"
you notice some poppies by the side of the road.
While still humming, you pick a rather large bunch of the flowers and find a
soft patch of grass to sit down on.
you stair at the sky peacefully, barely noticing your slight craving for a
cup of maxwell's coffee. there seems to be something fuzzy and orange that
you see out of the corner of your eye. It's frenzied but rythmic motion has
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