The bear goes to the store to buy some flour
On the road, he finds a melting popsicle
"Oh my!" -he says- "That was sour!"
"Now my brain feels like an icicle!"
Going back to his home, the bear looks at the pink elephant
"Hi Mr. Elephant! How's it going?"
The heads say: "None to be relevant"
As the elephant was sewing
Arriving home, the bear looks at a puddle of water
"Hello Ms. Fish! Want me to rub your belly?"
"You look so tasty, but I don't want to make a slaughter"
"Better yet, drink this jelly!"
The bear makes ready to melt the flour
"Come on lil' white dust! -He says with an angry voice-
"Turn to honey for my happy hour!"
"Here, Ms. Fish! Flow in the sweet sticky river and let us rejoice"
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
