Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 22)


It was just a short while before Magnuss discovered an exit from the metaphysical ledge…

But it looked more than a little daunting.

“Why does the wormhole have to glow so much?” Lucian enquired. He then added: “It gives me the colliwobbles.”

Magnuss shrugged his shoulders. “Who am I?” He replied. “The fountain of all knowledge? All I know is that if we don’t get down off of here soon, we’ll all starve to death and end up eating each other.”

Magnuss wasn’t being flippant: his words had been calculated to get the young earplug’s arses into gear…

“Well, when you put it that way,” Nennigross responded, “I guess we have little choice. Right, here goes.”

Magnuss hadn’t known what to expect as the threesome dived, blindly, into the misty light: but he was pretty certain that it wouldn’t have been…

…a verdant forest. But he quickly recovered his inner decorum; and by using the knowledge and experience that he’d acquired from three year’s worth of adventures in the Museum of Future Technology, Magnuss extrapolated the next move required to complete their journey to the correct point in space/time that was pertinent to them.

“Oh, look,” he said, as he rushed the youngsters along, “a beautiful garden.”

“Very nice.” Lucian said with a smile. “And the flowers stink nicely too. I say, what’s that over there?”

Of course, what Lucian had spotted amongst the giant Primroses was…

…a religious icon. And he was stunned by its size and perfection.

“No time for poncing about with holy mushrooms, however huge and nicely-formed.” Magnuss complained. “What we really need is…

…a vast undulating plain. Vast undulating plains always lead to somewhere much more interesting. I’ve always found that wherever you end up, it’s always much more interesting that a vast undulating plain.”

Neither young earplug was entirely certain that Magnuss’s logic was sound ; but after a while they began to see it for themselves…

So when Magnuss announced that they now stood upon the spot where all the laces that made up the galactic web of reality met…

…they didn’t doubt it, and both wondered (with a trace of trepidation) what would happen next.

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan

 

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About Tooty Nolan

Writer of silly tales, taker of pictures, and all round good egg
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