TRIPPING MY WAY DOWN THE MOUNTAIN

Tripping my way down the mountain I found that all the dew on the leaves make a nice reflecty shimmer, and if I could grab that shimmer with my eyes, I could wield it around like eye lasers. But not to cut anybody in half, just to spread bedazzlement all through the jungle. That was a nice thing to do, but the jungle is already plenty bedazzled. The trick would be to hang onto these sparkle streams with my eyes until I got back to the city, where I could give all the buildings and telephone poles and people and dogs and hot dog carts some much needed bedazzlement.