Three Ding-a-Lings Share A Dream, pt. I

A series dedicated to Charlotte Ella King

‘Morning, Sunshine’ | Image of Painted Redwood Trees, Reaching For the Sky, as Seen from Below on a Bright Sunny Day with Light Clouds, Generated by Gustave Deresse | Writer; AI Artist in NightCafe; unedited

“Nah, that’s poop!!” Japeto laughed. Bailor, caught in the moment, swiftly dropped the sack, which made an uncomfortable sound, too wet for reality.

Luckily, Nadae was so deeply focused on her enjoyment of a breeze she’d conjured, the sack simply opened to release a fine magical dust, bright whites, greens, and purples rising towards the tree canopy, seeming to stretch miles above their heads.

Or had Japeto made them tiny again too?

The question conflicted with the thoughts of someone else, probably Bailor, and what she saw once as tall grasses were transformed into miniature sycamores wearing assorted clothing.

Japeto chortled.

His pranks nearly ever only affected Bailor, but it was more than enough to satisfy him.

Besides, ever since Nadae had taken up yoga, the results generally ended on a prettier note.

He took a deep breath, as colours intensified, finally seeping into the leaves and bark of the trees, and at times appearing as fireflies against the quickly darkening sky.