Home, James

Up Yonder
Xtra Smalls

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(Have you put all your toys away yet?)

The scene and general atmosphere surrounding The Safe House of the fugitive plagiarist ghost writers was so serene that the anonymity became enthralling for the ghost writers and they only very rarely ventured back to their work posts deep beneath Cereal Publications Headquarters behind the Rock of Plaiges.  Their abode in the valley had a definite fly problem, but the beer was plentiful and the ghosts' state usually allowed them to ignore the pestilence.  Besides, they liked the horsies and made oat beer from pilfered oats.  The scene bordered on idyllic!

  Then, one day, they witnessed a most unusual occurrence, and at first thought it was a mere ethyl-induced hallucination.  They described it later as resembling something straight out of a popular Hollywood production sans witch and Toto too.  What it did bring, however, changed the course of events at Cereal publications forever!

The reaction was swift: a fleet-footed No Great Feet Elite Fleetist also saw the apparition and ran to the Safe House to confirm that what he had seen was not a fleeting apparition.  They all looked out across the fields in wonder.  X, in the meantime was examining them; he had brought a house of sorts along with himself because he had been waved the information about the general nature of HOUSE.  Of course it was only a vision of a house: you could not enter it--it was made of pure xnons and was indeed only some entity meant to represent the metaphysical construct of "HOUSE".  It was not a house, but if you looked at it it immediately made you think "house".  And thus began X's quest for a foothold for the colony he was assigned to begin...