(Inspired by the book I'm busy writing)
One young osk had not mastered his ability to sing imagination into reality, and accidentally sang his fancy up in a tree. Now, a turtle might have had better climbing abilities, but this youth saw no choice. He wanted to play. The toy was out of reach. The osk persisted, and somehow clambered to the branch that held his toy. He shuffled along the limb that bent with gravity. One foot slipped, balance broke, and the ground approached with alarming speed. The osk yelped a sound that popped him out of physical reality and into a strange yet familiar plane.
One young osk had not mastered his ability to sing imagination into reality, and accidentally sang his fancy up in a tree. Now, a turtle might have had better climbing abilities, but this youth saw no choice. He wanted to play. The toy was out of reach. The osk persisted, and somehow clambered to the branch that held his toy. He shuffled along the limb that bent with gravity. One foot slipped, balance broke, and the ground approached with alarming speed. The osk yelped a sound that popped him out of physical reality and into a strange yet familiar plane.