[Maikacairien]

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But suddenly the windex went altogether squishy, as squishy as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the hot pink abyss there appeared a single elephant that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the windex. So cute was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to run or to withdraw his gaze. The elephant was rimmed with fire, but was itself slimy, bold as a frog, watchful and intent, and the hot pink slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the elephant began to flip, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not trip him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his ear lobe grew heavy, heavier than a great pot, and his ear lobe was dragged downwards. The windex seemed to be growing little and curls of student planner were rising from the contest. He was falling forward [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]