The Legend of the Swizzle Stix
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a man – an animal really – who lived in the sky.
He spent his days laboring away, his boom stick and his dreams his only reprieve from the monotony of his work. He’d meander through his dingy corner of the sky completing his menial tasks, but always dreaming. There must be something more. Something better. Hmmm.
His boom stick would soothe him, help him to lose himself in his thoughts. He’d fire it off as often as he could: when he woke, after every meal surely the stick would roar, and he’d fire it off every night before bed to help him sleep peacefully. The boom stick was great. The problem was, it filled his sky with dark, nasty clouds, only increasing the crushing weight of his existence. The dark clouds would swirl around him, permeating everything they came in contact with and leaving behind an awful toxic stench. They tainted his loin cloth, his luck dragon Falcor’s scaly fur, everything!
One fateful day, as he toiled in the blistering heat of the pulsating neon sun, she appeared. The winged woman. The beauty. The goddess. Her shimmering strands of golden hair billowing in the wind. Her emerald green eyes smiling at him. Beckoning him. “Come”, they called. He was hypnotized by her glow. She was wonderful! Her aura, and her scent! Oh, she smelled amazing! She told him she knew of a place filled with an endless sea of fluffy, ivory clouds. She had just come from there. He instructed her to climb onto Falcor with him and to lead them to this place with the ivory clouds. Could this be what he had been searching for?!
They whisked away. Her soft, but strong arms wrapped firmly around his tight, shredded abdomen. There! The crevace! The dark, murky clouds parted as Falcor sliced through them. On the other side, the clouds were truly fantastic! They were bright, fluffy, and they smelled amazing! He reached for his boom stick to fire it off in celebration of this new discovery! But wait, the boom stick, it was so stinky… He tossed it.
The golden angel embraced him, kissing him passionately. Slowly she reached her bronzed hand into the sky. With a brilliant flash of blinding white light, two new kinds of boom sticks appeared in her palm. “Swizzle Stix,” she said. These were the cloud creators. She handed one to him with a knowing smile. Falcor laughed a jolly belly laugh as they weaved through the majestic new clouds. This is home now.
Or is it just the beginning?