[Some people have different priorities. Maybe they are content with a change to the point where it is exciting. That sort of idea is not something that is going through his mind, however. This place really isn't comforting at all. It may be imagined as something like an extensive vacation or a reward for all he has done. But this is worse that someone trying to force the idea of shoes.
There is the factor Oliver isn't alone. Not that it is in reference to people who are here just like him even though that needs to be taken account. No, no. His feathered companion, James, is with him and on his shoulder just as things needed to be. Without the bird, surely things would be at their worst. Now if only other things can be fixed. He needs to get back to his home. Things sounded as though they cannot be undone but that is certainly not acceptable! And how is this to be fixed?
By walking aimlessly, of course.
The boy has went down a path or two, somewhat dragging his bare feet against the dirt. Yes, that is something to keep his interest for a moment. It is enough to distract from the actual thinking. But how is he supposed to think? It is too much of a challenge. Things are not how they are supposed to be. The Queen that probably doesn't even have a name besides that just has decided on things without his permission! Maybe walking can get him somewhere, though. If he walks far enough. If there is an ocean, maybe he can swim. Geography. What is it.
He kicks at a large clump of dirt and comes to a stop. This isn't being productive at all. Oliver lifts his head to look up at the sky as though it is going to drop an idea on him. Nothing. He lowers his head. Nothing. Time to look at the right. Nothing. Well, there are some trees. It is when he turns his head in the other direction that something gets his attention. Not that is going to help him get any closer to his goal, that is.
Is that what he thinks it is? He can't believe his...eye. Over there, by one of those trees was a man. Not that was the remarkable part as much as the friend beside that person. A crocodile! What sort of madness is that? It is then the boy begins to move the path.]
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There is the factor Oliver isn't alone. Not that it is in reference to people who are here just like him even though that needs to be taken account. No, no. His feathered companion, James, is with him and on his shoulder just as things needed to be. Without the bird, surely things would be at their worst. Now if only other things can be fixed. He needs to get back to his home. Things sounded as though they cannot be undone but that is certainly not acceptable! And how is this to be fixed?
By walking aimlessly, of course.
The boy has went down a path or two, somewhat dragging his bare feet against the dirt. Yes, that is something to keep his interest for a moment. It is enough to distract from the actual thinking. But how is he supposed to think? It is too much of a challenge. Things are not how they are supposed to be. The Queen that probably doesn't even have a name besides that just has decided on things without his permission! Maybe walking can get him somewhere, though. If he walks far enough. If there is an ocean, maybe he can swim. Geography. What is it.
He kicks at a large clump of dirt and comes to a stop. This isn't being productive at all. Oliver lifts his head to look up at the sky as though it is going to drop an idea on him. Nothing. He lowers his head. Nothing. Time to look at the right. Nothing. Well, there are some trees. It is when he turns his head in the other direction that something gets his attention. Not that is going to help him get any closer to his goal, that is.
Is that what he thinks it is? He can't believe his...eye. Over there, by one of those trees was a man. Not that was the remarkable part as much as the friend beside that person. A crocodile! What sort of madness is that? It is then the boy begins to move the path.]
Oi! Mister!