I was Flying over Muffin Island.
“Muffins!”
said Gary Sinise, “We should land!”
The whole island was freshly baked, pulsing, soft, fertile blueberries and melted apple pie goodness.
We landed and our ship bounced gently.
Gary Sinise was rolling and laughing and I was licking each chocolate chip.
Others landed, Penelope Keith and some friends from school.
Then suddenly all the muffins turned robot red and we fell down through to an underground mine
which reminded me of Parliament Station.
It was a trap.
A fat man dressed in leather laughed at us
'Greedy Fools!’
For the next seven years we toiled in the mines breaking promises and getting whipped.
Then I remembered I had a pocket motorbike and I chose my moment and sped through the turnstiles through long grass and perilous terrain.
Tears filled with freedoms clear glow glistened on my cheeks.
I’d Finally been given a second chance.