Les Animaux Confeiture finale
As if the last hour, two maybe three hours had passed Nikkei by, he found himself being marched down hallway after hallway in totally unfamiliar territory, the walls gleaming with frosting and lit by natural sunlight filtered through the panes of sugar that remained interspersed throughout the halls to give the impression of being in a foggy greenhouse. Nikkei has no time to notice these things however, as one rather large monkey is growling behind him in a way that he was acquainted with all too well.
The sound of sugar breaking is soft, a pleasant noise as a spoon sifts gently through a jar or a bag of sweet clumps. Even hardened sugar has a pleasantness to it, a little work will turn it into its natural granulation. The sound Nikkei heard was different, the gunshot, the screams of a love lost, even the growls of the monkey held no candle to this travesty of sound that Nikkei heard. To feel ones world crashing down upon oneself is generally felt metaphorically, in terms of those times in our lives when we feel all hope is lost. In those others unfortunate enough to experience a ground-shattering earthquake, or to feel the wind shear apart everything they knew and loved I hope can relate to poor Nikkei.
Those soft-light panes, the confectioned walls, even his captor were lost in an instant as the ground beneath him lifted up ten, twenty, one-hundred stories high in an instant and he tilted, gravity now a quaint memory to him as he heaved through the sky itself. To never have the capacity to wonder about living above the sky, our hero could not grasp this newfound placement and truthfully, I wonder if I could either, even having looked up at the darkness that comes after twilight. That must be what time it is in Nikkei's world, all sizes and smells and colors of sugar, layers upon layers of cake and berries swirled around him and he could see a knife cut into the land about where he lay. One, two cuts were made into the land and a third knife was put into the land beneath him. To see the world around him toyed with like this was too much for our hero to understand, so he simply stood, his patches of fur and his golden eyes looked down at his feet and noticed that they had become part of the confectionary landscape. It made no sense to him, but he felt that this was simply part of the next phase in this confectionary nightmare.
The land under Nikkei had yet again been picked up and moved, this time turning the world into a triangular island. An island with only one other inhabitant, Nikkei felt thrown into another body, another Nikkei who lived in such a life. The other inhabitant smelled very good, Nikkei could not see for his eyes had melted shut due to the hot summer day. The other inhabitant of his island smelled like thorns, and dewing twilight. he knew who this other animal was, the other inhabitant. Nikkei could feel it rolling towards him, impossibly large for the animal he knew it was and in disbelief in rolled straight onto his nose. He felt the earth get cut and moved again, but the other animal stayed where it was.
"Hey, look!" says a child at his own birthday party. "Look!"
A mother walks to the child and asks him what is the matter?
"That little animal looks like its eating the blackberry!"
The mother says that that is impossible but is nonetheless loving and says that even though it is not alive, it would surely enjoy such a prime, juicy looking blackberry.
"Oh, well." The child says. But I'm sure I'll love eating it just the same as it would!"