This story, which I submitted sometime ago (under the title 'The Chasm At The Edge Of My Dreams') but deleted, seems to fit the IP and so I'm resubmitting it under a new title.
We gather brambles while the clouds above grow black. Soon sweet rain will flow. Curly clouds part and let the bright June sun shine through to warm my bald spot. My pumpkin lantern
“You just can’t get good help these days”, said Davorian, reaching into his bag; pulling out his tiny, squirming chief creative officer and peeling off Mr Glister’s shiny suit like a sweet wr