Strange places...

In the land of Naranjamanine everything was vibrant and fragrant. Too much time spent there gave one a headache. The sun was a big beaming yellow grapefruit and in all the trees there were limes and bright pink flowers. It was advised to take dark shades when passing through the country. There was little you could do about the smell though, for how can one create no smell? Impossible! The best thing to do was to wear thick, tightly packed cotton nose plugs, but this looked very silly and the vapours still clung to one's hair and skin. It entered through the mouth and eyes and more private regions. On hot humid days it was so bad that it stung. One's skin would grow red and sore and ooze with citrus acid. It was vital to cover up on such days.

Coming out of Naranjamanine, one came into a cooler territory where the mountains of Submentolt grew - yes grew- they were always growing: at night they deflated slightly like a pair of lungs but at the height of mid afternoon they stood upright and stretched on and on for what seemed like forever. It was very difficult to see their tops. Only an expect eye could make them out. Here, the smell and vibrancy waned and was replaced by a gentle wind that licked and soothed the skin burns and carried away the sweet fragrances to some place unknown.

The mountains of Submentolt brought relief but only momentarily for it was here the pesky leghuggers dwelled. These super cute furry creatures had big saucer cup eyes - which lured you in -and were not to be trusted, for this was all part of their pretense. Once they disarmed you with their beguiling looks, they quickly got a hold of you and the nightmare of trying to shake them off would begin...