The Egg Salad Magic

Patty ate the rest of the magical egg salad sandwich and then rose into the sky. Gravity was no longer holding her shoulders. How nice.

Looking down, the rocks on the ground were as much a part of her as were her teeth. Her teeth and the rocks were happy.

Don't forget to thank the egg salad. Tears run down the face and quickly dry. They leave salt lines written on the face lightly.

The recipe: Take a handful of regular eggs and roast them in their shell with a quick medium blast of dragon fire. Smoky! Mix with sparkling light gathered from the surface of a distant mountain river (for crunch). In place of mayonnaise, use jellyfish goo. Then subject it to the moonlight, the scree of the night bird, and the abject cold dank dawn. When the sun comes up, spread it on some bread, slice, and bite. Chew. Let whatever happens happen.