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<div class="gmail_quote">On Sun, Aug 10, 2008 at 11:08 AM, Patrick <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:webmaster@squaredbee.com">webmaster@squaredbee.com</a>></span> wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid"><br> > All around them small torches went ablaze filling the train<br>> car with<br>> light allowing them to see everything.<br>
><br>> The torches were not ordinary torches. The flames were<br>> changing color,<br> > and each was changing into its own pattern of colors. The<br>> pattern of<br>> changes made the colors not flash on and off but drift<br>
> around the room.<br>><br>> Ahead, towering over them by at least two feet, a chocolate<br> > fountain<br>> gushed as it became active. Since Paloma was next to it,<br>> some of the<br>> chocolate splashed onto her shirt. Some chocolate fell<br>
> onto the<br>> dazzlingly red thick carpet which covered the entire floor.<br> ><br>> On their left and right thick puffy couches lined the<br>> walls. Each<br>> couch was a different color: red, blue, green, yellow,<br>
> orange, and<br>> pink. On each couch were books, robes, hats, papers, candy<br> > wrappers,<br>> and other items.<br>><br>> Between each couch was a small round table with a very<br>> large bowl on<br>
> top. Above each bowl was a fat faucet which looked like it<br>> was made<br> > for a three inch wide garden hose. Each faucet came to<br>> life at the<br>> same time pouring different candies into each of the bowls:<br>
> Berti<br>> Botts, lemon drops, gummy babies, candy covered chocolates,<br> > peanut<br>> brittle, and others that they did not know.<br>><br>> Music with a strong beat came from the walls. Guitar rifts<br>
> and drum<br>> solos took turns. Familiar melodies and chord progressions<br> > ran past<br>> them.<br>><br>> On the far end of the train car was a large painting that<br>> filled almost<br>> the entire wall. There were about a dozen people in the<br>
> painting, and<br>> they seemed to be acting out a play.<br> ><br>> The smells of cinnamon and strawberries filled the air.<br>><br>> The door slammed shut behind them.<br>><br>>Paloma just stood there in amazment until the door shut behind them, then she turned to face the door and stared at it for about 10 seconds. then faced the chocolate foutain with her mouth open(Paloma loves chocolate).<br>
<br>>After tasting the chocolate first, Seluna walked over to the painting. It seemed so real. Whoever made this must have been a great artist.<br><br>The people in the painting stopped and turned to look at Seluna.<br>
<br>"Please withhold your applause until the end of the play, please," said the tallest one.<br><br>The then resumed their play.<br></blockquote>
<div>Seluna stood, dumbfounded. Then she got an idea. "What play is it?" she asked, hoping that they would answer again.</div></div></div>