Installment #4

He traveled by many strange people, and through many strange lands, until he came upon very curious sort of country, much more so than any before. When he first looked at it, he saw it was gray and desolate, with few things growing on the surface. There were many sorts of odd creatures doing very odd things, such as queer little green and brown men throwing rocks at each other, appearing to delight when they caused any of their companions pain. Also, there were a considerable number of little individuals, who would constantly latch onto others of their variety and start jabbering nonstop, while occasionally punctuating their speech with wild howls of mirth. But these two types were inconsequential when compared to the last and most numerous group of beings. These bizarre things stood around in large gatherings and attempted to poke themselves with sharp, pointed articles, breathe in smoke from burning objects, and imbibe copious amounts of strange liquid. The inevitable consequence to whoever was performing these actions was that their head would suddenly fall off. This greatly disturbed Michael, and he knew that he should leave this foolish place as soon as he could. So he ran as fast as he could until he encountered a change in the color of the terrain, gray to green, and he knew he was out of the worst of it, but he looked back over his shoulder for a last sight of the place, and saw some things he had not at first noticed. They were small and usually hidden, but they made the dark land seem less sinister. After this last glance he ran on.