Our trip was pleasantly uneventful. Mr Wizard knew we enjoyed eating and reading, and sleeping, so he saw to it that the fridge was well stocked, along with an ample supply of books and pillows. How absolutely delightful.
This lovely trip was all too short. Before we knew it we were circling Syzar, Cywart’s home planet.
Little could be seen out the small windows, but what we did see appeared a bit overexposed. There were two suns and the surface looked bare, bleak, and barren. Not at all pretty.
We landed near a bunch of bumps in the ground. The bumps had funny ridges and long things sticking out. How odd. I wasn’t much liking Syzar.
We were readying ourselves to disembark, presumably by way of the door, when Cywart led us to a small room. We were asked to stand together in a circle, under what looked like a giant old-fashioned hair dryer. Cywart then pulled a lever and we disappeared. He could have warned us.
For the longest split second of our lives, we were nowhere. We had no form, no substance. It was like red slipper traveling, but far more unsettling, as we were awake for this trip. Thankfully it was short and fast.
We reappeared in another such room. Our legs were all wobbly as we stepped out of the circle. We tried to get our footing but the room was swaying, like the SS Bearington did. I had to stop and savor the memory of the South Seas.
We were escorted to our quarters, where we found all our belongings. Charlie’s camera, my fur, everything was there! Oh how lovely!
But the room itself was quite unusual. The walls were a grayish color, and rubbery, with no windows. This room too was gently swaying. Were we in motion? Fred and Charlie decided to go investigate. Penny and I stayed behind, being content just to have our things about.
They returned rather quickly, their faces a bit pale. When they told us where we were our faces grew even paler.
We were in one of those bumps we’d seen. And we were swaying because the bump was moving. All the bumps were moving. We were in a living breathing moving bump. A caravan of bumps.
Oh my.
Hugs,
Miss Chloe
♥