“Whassup today?” I asked to the Boy Who Lived in the Shack.
“Test drive,” he said, putting forward a “Thing” looking like a hot air balloon.
Together, we carried it to the open where he adjust the engines and together we seated in the large box.
“Now think, boy.” He said.
“Think what, boy?” I asked.
“Whatever,” he said and so I did. And the more I thought, the higher the Thing flew. Higher, higher, into the air. Past the clouds.
“Hey, when will it stop?” I asked, frantically.
My mind went crazy with worries but even higher we went.