The winter chills seeped into her harden bones, her face numbed from the cold.

Come, come, there there
Shall i make something nice since you've come thus far?

The merry witch danced and pranced
wand in the air, pot flying
looked at her with smiling eyes

brown and gold, ice in a bowl
another hot bowl, little warm stones
a mouthful of hot and a mouthful of cold
two bowls of wonderful goodness here you go!

Her ears turned red, her cheeks pinked
she could feel her face again despite the winter wind.
She looked at the merry witch
smiled back at her with her merry eyes.

a mouthful of hot and a mouthful of cold
I'm on a roll!
a mouthful of hot and a mouthful of cold
opposites placed together - you've got me sold!

She couldn't stop,
bowls of ice and bowls of stones.
It was a satisfying day.

-ThePig

I asked for time and they gave me stones.

I asked for the moon and they gave me books.

I asked for blue sky and they gave me pencils.

I asked for coffee and they gave me you.

I stopped asking after that.

-TheChinaMan

If I could, I would: in a dress made of forest flower and wild leaves, move speedily into my private space where my only friends are dark bunches of thought bubbles and witty, talking sponge beds.

- TheChinaMan