The Garden of Talking Flowers
Mally took in the meadow. It was strange and oddly colored- the sky was a cornflower blue and the grass a cool green, but the sun (or suns, as there were three of them) was pink and the coloring was lacking in gold.
She shuddered. "Where am I?" A normal dormouse would dig herself a small hole, curl up, and go to sleep, but Mally being the adventurous type, set out to find some answers. Before long, she came to a little flower patch full of pansies. She was quite shocked when a small pansy said, "Good day, mam."
Mally turned and faced the pansy. "Oh! I've never seen a pansy talk before."
A yellow pansy to her right looked her up and down and replied, quite snootily, "Well, heavens knows where you came from, where the pansies just sit around mute."
Another brightly colored pansy chimed in. "Oh, yeah! Goodness gracious, she isn't even wearing any clothes!"
Mally looked at herself. She found it quite absurd that a dormouse should be wearing clothing. The pansies pealed in laughter. Mally faced the pansy who had first addressed her. "Please, miss, will you tell me how to get-" she paused, for she did not know exactly where she wanted to go. The pansy replied all the same.
"If you be wanting to get somewhere, then you shouldn't go nowhere, which rules out anywhere, but if you be wanting to go somewhere or anywhere or nowhere, then she should check the tree. It's just a bit further down the path."
Her words confused Mally. But all the same, she bid her thanks to the kind pansy and scampered along the path. She was quite glad to be rid of the pansies- they were rather vain. Just as the kind pansy said, she came to a tree, which she was convinced was the right one. It was a dead, hollow oak, with a rather blue tinge, and it had little signs pointing in all directions. Some read: A little short of far away, anywhere farther than nowhere, here and there, and the like. Mally's drowsiness was kicking in, and she started to despair. "Where should I go?" she pondered out loud.