I spent today in the candy dungeon. It was nicely laid out with imitation rolling hills; over which winged boots, minus their owners, can fly. Everyone who came in talked with bird calls. I was the big bat and used echo location to post a letter to the remote people who inhabit the needles that repair the sky. I pulled up the zip and the sky disappeared.
I had an interesting conversation with a boiled sweet which occupied the adjoining cell. I was impressed with the level of erudition it had attained – all from being in my pocket (among the keys to the doors that unlock the sky).
I saw a glimpse of the immortal toad when I trudged home. It croaked but I knew it was only kidding.