It’s been snowing for about 24 hours now.
With desperate resolution I struck out to replenish victuals.
The mighty warrior-doggess Tobia forayed along.
Alongside the path we trod, trees stood with quiet menace.
Across a desolate white sea, beyond the Tree, the Bin,
the Bench, we spied a Castle in the mist.
Between us we beheld a rare phenomenon,
The Sea of Bellybuttons,
Beyond it,
The Sea of Swirls.
Blocking our distance,
The Rampart of the Realm.
But actually we turned right instead, walked about fifty yards
and ended up in the local high street.
Tinkertown.
– The End –