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[warren mann]

DREAMLAND

fat-time rolled onto his side, even in his sleep he was careful not to
crush kalyptis. fat-time began to snore, paused a moment, then
finished.  mounted on the wall, at the head of the bed, the lubricating
midget rapid fire pellet gun's gun rack provided the ultimate in
sleeping comfort. his
hands and legs twitched as he dreamt.

somewhere, deep within the recesses of his mind, fat-time danced through
a magical land. the grass was low cut, with dandellion seeds drifting
through the air. the tree-trunks were made of sausages and the leaves of
green and orange plastic candy.

fat-time danced through the grass, stirring up even more dandellion
seeds. he wore green elfen shoes made of felt, pointed at the toes and
with a tongue looping down in the back. his normal dirt-stained blue
jeans were replaced with a pair of green tights, which were trimmed with
a large, glossy black belt. he wore no shirt, thus allowing kalyptis to
spin and flip-flop with fat-time's dancing. on his head, he wore a green
felt robin hood hat, which had a squirrel tail mounted on the side.
fat-time's large stomach was bright white in the afternoon sun and
jiggled in all directions with his dancing.

fat-time leapt and bounded down a hillside, carrying a large tan ceramic
jar full of chocolate chip cookies. he devoured each cookie in a single
bite, one after the other. the cookie crumbs drifted around in the wind,
intermixed with the dandellion seeds. kalyptis squeeked with glee.

at the bottom of the hill, fat-time noticed a large field of orange
lollipops. he twirled his way to the edge of the field and harvested one
of the sparkling confections. he popped it in his mouth and was rewarded
with the rich taste of the finest cheddar cheese. a tear rolled down
fat-time's
fleshy cheek as his taste-buds exploded with rapture. kalyptis squeeked
with glee.

the rapid fire pellet gun suddenly awoke. careful not to awake fat-time,
he stepped down from his pellet gun rack and tip-toed into the kitchen.
he opened the door of the refridgerator and fished out his favorite
block of mozerella. he slowly inhaled the sweet aroma of the package
before breaking off a sizeable chunk. he returned the remainder of the
package and tip-toed into the living room to enjoy his treat.

War