Please bear with my nonsense

The mobile phone jumped out of a tuba and started to have a 17 minutes chat with me about connectivity and emotions, then he suggested that we go comb the beach, remembering to bring a stapler in case of we met paper bags. I scratched my foot on a horse shoe buried in the sand. Phone said that I was lucky. I didn't find it funny, so I broke his screen with the horse shoe. A kettle landed on the shore, spilling out pencil shavings that fell on to the sand only to be quickly eaten up by the hungry putty erasers. Phone who lost his sight courtesy of me breaking his screen walks into the sea, a sand castle tries to stop him but to its dismay melts into the sea. Squealing of a putty eraser who caught sand in its tongue makes me turn away, as I turn back to look for phone, he is no longer in sight.

I decided to head south, because I over heard a horse saying that they have green cornflakes there. So I caught the next train bound south. I shared the train cabin with a test pad who said he was tired of words, a fish who was tired of school and a guitar pick who was looking for his one perfect guitar. They served ginger ale and chocolate biscuits for tea. The train came to a halt after 5 hours into the journey - a scooter had fallen onto the track thus the train could no longer proceed. I got off the train, seeing that it didn't matter when I arrived just as long as I did, I decided to walk the rest of the journey. I met a porter who had the same idea as I did, he gave me a 1 inch tall pot as a sign of friendship, and I put it in my pocket. As we walked down the track we had a conversation about faces and rubber balls. We reached a part where the tracks parted. I gave the porter the horse shoe from the beach as a farewell gift and we both parted ways.

I finally reached a town, and immediately searched for a restaurant. And just as the horse on the beach said, the cornflakes were green, and it was the best cornflakes I ever tasted. Then entered this traveling salesmen selling bottles of sand from Jerusalem. Feeling rather impulsive, I decided to get one. The pomegranate having a bacon sandwich the table beside me told me that it was a rip off. But I didn't care.

Having satisfy my appetite for green cornflake, I decided to go for a walk around town. As I was walking down main street, a shop selling coloured rags caught my eye. Upon entering the shop I was greeted by the shop keeper behind the counter. I was quite taken aback by vast number of rags that they had. As I was passing by the "rags hardened by acrylic paint" section, I meet this girl wearing a multi-coloured afro and yellow boots. She laughed at me saying that with my plain attire I stood out like a sore thumb in the shop. I replied saying that she fit right in. She kept quite after that, so I quickly replied that the afro and the boots looked good on her and not many people could pull of the look. The conversation went on and I got to know that her name was Penny and that she came here for the green cornflakes too, but she heard it from a mobile phone.

We decide to look around town together. We pass a stage in the middle of town, a skiffle band was playing and they managed to draw quite a huge crowd. They play a couple of songs, and then leave. I asked her if she knew how to play any instruments, she said she could play a banjo. I told her I could play the drums. A doe overheard our conversation and said that she could sing. We weren't convince, so she gave us a little demo by singing "Let It Be", an accordionist did an improv while she was singing. And we were convince of both their skills. The accordionist lead us to a music store and we managed to rent a drum set and a banjo. We hurried back to the stage and played away, until nightfall. A music producer approached the accordionist and the doe and immediately hired them, and they sped away in a pink coloured bus.

Feeling rather disappointed that we weren't chosen, both of us headed to the railway station with our heads hung low. We bought tickets for the night train. This time we shared the cabin with a paint brush who couldn't wait to paint, a roof tile who was tired of rain and hail, and a fidgety abacus who couldn't stop counting. The abacus then proceed to count how many times I blinked, how often Penny adjusted her afro, how many bristles there were on the paint brush, and the number of indentations on the roof tile, all simultaneously. Penny was humming a very familiar tune, I tired to guest what it was but couldn't figure out the answer. The roof tile figured it out - "Happy Together". After a while the clicking of the abacus, the little rattle of the train that happened every so often, and the hum of the train soon settle into a soothing harmony. My eyelids were getting heavy and I could feel Penny's head on my shoulder, and her afro in my ear. The paint brush was comfortably curled up in the corner and the roof tile was asleep like a log. Except for the abacus who was still counting how many times I blinked and the bristles on the paint brush. Soon I too drifted off to sleep.

When we reached the station it was already morning. I asked Penny if she was interested in breakfast. She kindly declined, gave me hug and thanked me. As a farewell gift I gave her the bottle of Jerusalem sand that I bought from the travelling salesman, and she gave me her multi-coloured afro. Then she got on a carriage pulled by 4 carrots, driven by a doberman and went away. She stuck her head out, her silky black colour hair blowing in the wind, as she waved goodbye.

Donning the multi-coloured afro, I walked back to the beach. Where I met the tuba and the horse. As we sat there at the beach watching putty erasers eat the pencil shavings that fell out of kettles that landed in the shore, sea breeze blowing through my new hairdo, we had a conversation about green cornflakes, skiffle bands, coloured rags, traveling salesmen, record companies, farewell gifts, connectivity, emotions and a girl named Penny.