Tonight’s blog is the first in a series of completely meaningless storytelling.

Attitude Jon was sampling the pink grapefruit pie when the Lark of Rork descended from the only cloud that had marshmallow padding. Immediately, the children stood, like statues in the park. Nobody knew the name of the park. Until movement would begin again, the children would remain lost.

Attitude Jon ignored the dilemma as if a simple, but firmly raised eyebrow was the only action necessary to correct the colorless emotion that melted on the floor. The Lark of Rork, as always, was ready to take control. The Lark raced to the chamber central and commenced to light the flame of fervor.

Suddenly, stunned by the spark, one child flinched and there was confusion. Were the children missing? Nobody in the chamber knew and nobody was there. It was odd and there was not an answer to be heard.

The pink grapefruit pie rolled from the bowl leaving a trail in its path. One by one the children, without moving, followed the path.

Soon, the entire park, now surrounded by a moat of pink grapefruit pie juice became a carnival of highways. The Lark of Rork stood still, not to be noticed and Attitude Jon didn’t realize his pie gone.