Tell me what you see
Feb. 23rd, 2006 02:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonOnce a little girl lived in a glass-domed world in a Swiss chalet made of plastic. Surrounding the house were green plastic pine trees and behind the trees loomed flat, painted plastic mountains. The mountains were painted white on top and green-brown down to their bases. Feathery plastic snow lay everywhere upon the ground.
In front of the chalet sat a small sleigh with a horse tied to it and bundled-up people huddled inside--all plastic. Neither the horse nor the sleigh, nor ever even the people moved, as if they were glued to the white-painted ground.
In fact, nothing in this glass-domed world ever moved except the snow, and that only when one of the terrible quakes hit, shaking and turning the world upside down and all around. The little girl clung to the post in the middle of her chalet until the quaking stopped, then ran quick-quick to the window to see the lovely swirling of the feathery, plastic snow. It was lovely sight indeed.
But one day when she looked out the window past the unmoving horse and the unmoving sleigh and the unmoving people she saw something she'd never seen before. It shocked her so much she fell upon her backside, as if there had been another quake. But there hadn't been. She got up, moved again to the window, and peered outside. That something was still there.
"You don't see something like that every day," she said to no one in particular for, in fact, she lived alone. "What do you suppose it is?"
In front of the chalet sat a small sleigh with a horse tied to it and bundled-up people huddled inside--all plastic. Neither the horse nor the sleigh, nor ever even the people moved, as if they were glued to the white-painted ground.
In fact, nothing in this glass-domed world ever moved except the snow, and that only when one of the terrible quakes hit, shaking and turning the world upside down and all around. The little girl clung to the post in the middle of her chalet until the quaking stopped, then ran quick-quick to the window to see the lovely swirling of the feathery, plastic snow. It was lovely sight indeed.
But one day when she looked out the window past the unmoving horse and the unmoving sleigh and the unmoving people she saw something she'd never seen before. It shocked her so much she fell upon her backside, as if there had been another quake. But there hadn't been. She got up, moved again to the window, and peered outside. That something was still there.
"You don't see something like that every day," she said to no one in particular for, in fact, she lived alone. "What do you suppose it is?"
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Date: 2006-02-23 07:21 pm (UTC)So I'd go with a little boy in another globe, much like hers.
Or, more hopefully, a way to get out of that globe. Poor Girl!
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Date: 2006-02-27 10:37 am (UTC)You'll find no argument here!
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