The bear and the orange juice.
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I was deep blue, far into the sogs of fall. One
day, I thought of the hot dog forgotten in the
microwave. I reached for its handle. The
microwave gave me a troubled look, and spoke.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, it's about time."
I opened its door. There was no hot dog. A
bear's head was there instead. Its fur was
brown. It spoke to me.
"Go to your front door, and there you will find
what you need."
At the door, before I could open it, a bluetooth
mouse leaped off the table and onto my
shoulder. It whispered in my ear.
"Do not drink it."
I opened the door. The sky was oddly purple. On
the mat was a glass of orange juice. I had the
thirst, so I picked up the glass and took a
sip. And then I saw a large maple leaf fall from a
tree.
I took a second sip. Then I saw that the stop sign
across the street had fallen over.
I took a third sip, and set the glass down on the
mat once again. The bear from inside the
microwave appeared before me on the doorstep, and
knocked over the glass. To my horror, the tiniest
goblin crawled out of the bottom of it, laughed,
ran across the street, and disappeared under a
bush.
"That seems a bit off," said the bear, who now had
black fur. It lumbered around me through the door,
and lay down on the couch. I noticed that exactly
eleven muddy paw prints stained the rug. This
being two more than nine, for a moment I was
filled with fear.
That bear remains on the couch to this day,
slumbering softly but has never awoken. And the
bluetooth mouse no longer speaks at all.
