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[An old story from years ago, back when I dared to mix fiction with the surreal. If you don’t like it, I’ll understand.]

Kreyen and Merkins stepped out of the Elevator of Slow Motion onto the Floating Floor. On the ceiling were “Wet Ceiling” signs. Merkins hailed a doctor with shaving cream all over his head.

“Hello, Merkins,” he said, “What are you here?”

The word FOR sailed out of his right ear.

“I’m here to pick up Kreyen’s father. He is recovered, has he not?”

The doctor flipped through his clipboard and sprayed shaving cream on one page. The word YES sailed out of his left ear.

“This way please.” the doctor said.

The trio lay down and rolled to Kreyen’s father’s room. They saw him shining flashlights around the room.

“Father!” yelled Kreyen.

“Son!” yelled the flashlights before singing a song about how the M’s are printed on M&M’s candy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Very good. The team of miniature schnauzers all wagged their tails and fed me Certain.”

“MEDICINE!” howled the schnauzers.

“Let’s go. Shall we take the bus?”

“Yes.”

Everyone walked home, heel after heel.