The Hand

          It’s seven in the evening.  I’m sitting in front of my TV eating a chocolate bar.

“Bang!”

A Giant Hand comes from outside the window, grabs me and pulls me outside

“What’s going on?”  I scream.

“The air quality is very poor on Earth.  We are going somewhere else.  Somewhere where the air is pure,” says The Hand.

“Maybe this is a bad dream,” I say, pinching myself to wake up.

And I do.  I wake up.  I turn the light on and…and…where am I?

“Help!  “Help!” I scream.

“Don’t worry,” says The Hand.  “You’re now in your new mobile home.  We are taking you to Planet Unthear in another universe where the air is pure and therefore you will have more energy to do the things you love.

“But I’d love to go back home,” I say.

          “You will also love it here on Planet Unthear.

          “And why is everything yellow?”

          “Because” says The Hand “yellow is your favorite color.”

          “Oh crap,” I say.   

          “We can make somethings crap color if you like,” says The Hand.

          “No, no,” I say.  “Yellow is mellow.  Let’s keep it yellow.”

          “Would you like breakfast?” says The Hand.

          “A yellow mellow meal?” says I

          “Of course,” says The Hand.

          So, I sat down at the table in front of yellow Mellow Meat balls.  Ugh!

          Well, I ate them.  They weren’t too bad.  At least I’m not hungry anymore.

          “Would you like to play soccer?” says The Hand

          “Let my yellow mellow meat balls go down first,” say I.

          “OK,” says The Hand.  “Let’s go for a walk.”

          So, we do.  We walk outside  everything is orange.  I turn to speak with The Hand but he’s gone.  I am all by myself.

          “Hello,” says a voice.

          I look around.  All I see are bare trees and orange leaves scattered all over.

          “Hello,” says the voice again.

          I look down.  There is an Orange Leaf talking to me.

          “Did you come off a tree?” I ask.

          “Of course,” says Orange Leaf.  “I see you want to crumble up with us orange leaves.”

          “Not really,” I say.  “I just don’t know where to go.”

          “Do you like green?” says Orange Leaf.

          “Yes,” I say.

          “OK,” says Orange Leaf.  “Would you like being a leaf on an Evergreen Tree?  Then you’ll be around forever.

          “OK,” says I.

          Next thing I know, I’m a green leaf on an Evergreen Tree right outside the window of my old apartment.

          “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”