(A sort of game I played with my little friend while we walked her dog.)
What if everything had a magical key that unlocked extraordinary powers?;
A key to a dog that allows it to be understood.
A key to a tree that causes all of the branches to draw up into a protective bubble, a living treehouse. Or a key that would unlock its original Entish nature, roots would pull from the ground as a long-forgotten face would bloom into a slow smile and very un-hastily, the newly woken Ent would greet you.
A key to the sidewalk that would make it sink into the ground and be swallowed up by grass and flowers, or turn it into stairs that would spiral up, on and on into the clouds.
A key to a butterfly that would cause it to follow you around, your own small companion.
The key to the universe in a beautiful, entirely significant, scaly pine-cone.
What if everything had a magical key that unlocked extraordinary powers?;
A key to a dog that allows it to be understood.
A key to a tree that causes all of the branches to draw up into a protective bubble, a living treehouse. Or a key that would unlock its original Entish nature, roots would pull from the ground as a long-forgotten face would bloom into a slow smile and very un-hastily, the newly woken Ent would greet you.
A key to the sidewalk that would make it sink into the ground and be swallowed up by grass and flowers, or turn it into stairs that would spiral up, on and on into the clouds.
A key to a butterfly that would cause it to follow you around, your own small companion.
The key to the universe in a beautiful, entirely significant, scaly pine-cone.
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