My ship crashed and burned

I ran through the savannah

There were many colorful flowers

I slowed to a walk

The sky was blue

I climbed a mountain of hairy, white flesh

I made my way to a great cave

I slept on the hooded eye of a monster

I awoke in a carton with white walls

Awash with puddles of milk

I listened to strange music

I heard cheering

I saw the light of day

I was put on a soft, slick, pink mound

She told me to lick like a cat

It was salty like the ocean

Everybody watched

The circus crowd roared

She called me Tom Thumb

“More, Tom, please."