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They turned around and… the first thing that caught their eyes was the most exquisite forest in the world. Not of pines or oaks, but of lollipops the size of ten-story buildings. Each one was sugared to glassy transparency, with rainbow veins glimmering inside like marble. It seemed that if you dared to lick one, your tongue would freeze solid to this candy dream forever.
Between the candy pillars loomed statues of stone pit bulls: some snarled, some yawned, but all of them occasionally puffed out thin streams of flame—just to set the mood.
A gentle breeze tiptoed through the clearing, brushing against the children’s hair—then shrieked in fright and fled, leaving behind the prints of transparent feet scampering away across the air.
Yuki tucked her blue strand behind her ear and gazed in awe at the new sight.
As for Lil C.—well, no surprise what caught his attention. He sniffed at the cocktail of burnt sugar, toothpaste, and the faintly tragic smell of his school cafeteria. His mind was already made up: like a seasoned mountaineer, he was ready to scale the nearest lollipop and camp at its summit for a good ten days, minimum.
And there was water too—in glorious abundance. At the center of the forest towered a stone fountain shaped like a giant soda bottle, higher than both the candy and the stone dogs. From its spout gushed that sacred drink—the very one that made Lil C.’s throat instantly go dry.
-This place is perfect… he breathed dreamily.
-Yes, unbelievably beautiful, Yuki admitted. -But why did we land inside someone’s subconscious without meaning to? Normally the gum sticks to our eyelids first, and we start in the waiting room.
-So many questions! Why think when you’re in the middle of the best fantasy yet?
-Because we need to know if this place is dangerous. Yuki frowned—but even she was soon swept up by the wonder, following her brother deeper into the forest.
From behind a towering candy stick came the whirr of a hoverboard, and out rolled a familiar wool cap. The inseparable duo was back: Mami and Pom-Pom, hotly debating the superior place to bathe—under open skies or indoors.
-A fountain’s way better than a bathtub, Pom-Pom declared. -You can rinse off, drink, and admire the view—all in whatever order you like.
-Absolutely not, colleague, Mami retorted. -Civilization invented the bathroom—complete with tub or shower—for a reason: maximum function, with every tool at hand.
-I’ve got that too! Pom-Pom raised his arms skyward. A tiny cloud appeared, sprinkling rain over his head. From it also tumbled shower gel, a loofah, and shampoo, landing neatly in his hands. -Watch how amazing it is to bathe in the rain.
He was just about to scrub his back when everyone shouted in unison:
-Don’t!
-Oh, and our little short-stacks are here too! the muffin cheered. -Mami, ready to hit the road?
-Without a doubt, my brave companion! A new sparkle of romance lit Mami’s eyes as she wriggled excitedly on her board. -Which way shall we venture this time?
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