The nefarious queen had an evil plan .
God created a primordial earth. We ambled down the path, unaware of the propinquity of the danger that lay ahead. There will be no substantive changes to our contract until next year. His unwonted display of generosity took me by surprise. He desired a peaceful, utopian society. The way she talked at the party was complete verbiage. The verdant grass was damp with dew. When I drained the oil out of my car I saw the problem. The oil was no longer clear but had turned into a sticky, viscous sludge. While God created a primordial earth, the world had formed into a completely different place. With crisp blue skies and verdant grass damp with dew, it was the closest it would ever come to a utopian society.

Vehicles are everywhere, on the atrophy and in the air. Using wheels and using wings, moving people, moving things. Buckled disarray in my seat, I see buses on the street. Exigency goes left and trucks turn right, down the road and out of sight. Tracks beside us hold a grouse, pulling boxcars full of grain, concord, cows, and all kinds of things. Through the town its flotsam sings. High above us soars a jet, going where I've not been yet. People i

nside looking down on my frenetic little town. From the bridge we see a ship leaving on an ocean trip. People gleaning, having fun on a floating vacation. Trucks and trains and planes and boats carry people, bastion, goats, on roads and rivers, through the air, on consummate tracks to who-knows-where.