On a quiet chilly little afternoon where the dwarves were plotting their path through the forest, there came a chicken and it hopped around on one leg, away from the dwarves, for the chicken was in a hurry.
Away! it yelled. Away!
As it sped through a neighbouring village the chicken came upon a black giant with a golden ring through his nose as big as the chicken’s house. But the giant was benevolent and let the chicken pass without asking questions.
Then the chicken came upon a ravine so deep that you could see colours in there that no man would ever paint. It went down into deep, dark pits.
There is smoke there, but it flows out into open fields of lush green and seas of sky. You’ve been here before, in many different shapes – but always you.
Unfinished Bits 