couldn't sleep, so she hitched her wagon to an impossible star and
prayed for it to take her some place good. She started rolling through
suburban Jerksville very late at night and she kept rolling faster
until everything looked crooked and wonkity.
Then she rolled some more.
She rolled past circus caravans
with waving bearded ladies, and she rolled past Wienermobiles
and nitro-burning funny cars and Indians on silver horses. She
rolled through the Iron Age and the Bronze Age and the Formica Age. She
rolled through inner space and middle space and outer space, and she
rolled through the stuff that floats just outside of outer space which
happens to be 100% pure honey.
That's when Julie's wagon got stuck.
took her shoes off and stepped out into the hot sticky middle of it.
She walked for miles and saw lots of pretty smiling barefoot girls
trapped in the honey like prehistoric mosquitoes frozen in amber.
She walked until her legs wobbled, and she was so exhausted and
completely happy that she finally fell asleep and sank into the honey,
and was never heard from again. And that's why honey's so sweet.