Somehow that cookie was laced with some hallucinogen or I DON'T KNOW WHAT so when I looked in the mirror I saw another Maltillon not me who looked back at me and then I recognized my long-lost sister Jujube from Cricklewood whom astute readers of this blog will recognize wrote me a really nice letter several months ago urging me to persevere in my exploits no matter what people said and that I was really GOOD which I am and then I thought it was all an illusion and then Jujube spoke from inside the mirror and told me to run because I was in really big trouble and I said where should I run and she said just run over the weird looking bridge of vines or roots or something or other so I ran and now well I don't know where I am.
Where are "him" and "her" when I need them? Is there any liver in this godforsaken forest? OR EVEN KIBBLE?
HELP!!!!
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