Rats and Elon's magic Hat.
Lana Lynx's Musk Drabble.
Now, Elon had a contract with Ms. Pennyworth's Secret Hat Emporium, delivering hats (via Space X) to aliens in galaxies far, far away.
The only rule is, at his own peril, he must never enter the secret inner sanctum of the shop. Here, rats ran the everyday affairs of the establishment.
Knowing Elon and his ego, he had to know...In he went...using his All-entry to the Universe key.
Rats converged. They twizzed and whizzed, shrinking Elon. He's now in charge of the Children's Dept of Rat Lovers.
Everyday he squeaks. "I want to go home"...Alas, he can never leave.
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Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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