Rhapsodies

Kevin held on to the white whale for dear life. Peaseblossom flew ahead so he would have room. “Where did you get this?” He asked.

“There was a mix up with the shark so Bert had to get somethin’ else,” Peaseblossom said.

“Oh,” Kevin said. “Do the parking wallets know about that?” he asked.

Peaseblossom shrugged. “If they do they’ll have a talk wit’ Bert. Don’t ye worry none, he can handle it.”

Kevin looked at the woodchuck who looked visibly nervous. “If you say so,” he said.

“Course I say so, Peaseblossom sniffed. She paused in midair and flitted back and looked Kevin in the eye. “The dream be secure, yeah?” She asked.

Kevin looked down at the painting that seemed to be affixed to the whale’s back. It had turned as dark as night with animated snowflakes whirling around in a circle. “Yeah, it’s okay. Do you think the rabbit’s going to follow us?”

They looked back to see the White Rabbit’s minion’s looking out of the window. “Maybe,” Peaseblossom said, “But they ain’t a goin’ t’get very far.

All of a sudden a pink helicopter appeared by the tower and the minions started jumping in. “You had to say it didn’t you? Kevin muttered.

“Don’t ye worry none. D’ye really think the Artist will put up wit’ this much longer?”

“I don’t know what she’s going to…”

All of a sudden lightning came out of nowhere, blowing up the helicopter and most of the penthouse.

“What was that?” Kevin asked.

“Don’t ye go a questionin’ convenient miracles, Peaseblossom replied.