The last floor fern has died. It has been condemned to the dark. The last beloved. Dead. Forgotten.
Madness string 292
There's no such thing as just a stick. Once grasped by the hand of imagination, you have a spear, a toasting fork, a club, a lever, a sword, a fishing rod, a poking stick, a wizard's staff, a laser rifle, a banner of conquering armies. Just a stick?! To quote my fake child, how dare?!