Cotton candy field
Fluff. This was the one word that crossed Dequavis’s mind as he entered the room with the other children and Willy. Green grass lined the floor as far as the wall over on the other side of the room. A painting of the sky that touched the roof. The clouds on the painting were moving. Magic. Above artificial sunlight spilt down from the high ceiling onto the circular room and the green plants that grew out of the ground. The tips of these plants were pink and fluffy, but the stalks were green and tall, taller then the Oompa Lumpas who harvested and collected the tips and put them in little bags. Some were sneaking the candy down their mouths, but cautiously made sure that Willy Wonka didn’t see. In the corners of the room there were small benches, made of chocolate, where the mini people were knitting the candy into clothes and fabric. ‘Cotton. It must be cotton candy,’ Dequavis thought. Right on que Willy Wonka said, “In this room, we are growing cotton candy, bred in the factory, their seeds were collected from Eswatini in Africa, now run along children, go have some fun”. The children started hooning through the fields, running their hands along the rows of plants. The green stalks swayed with the children’s hands. They reached the other wall and a smell of hay wafted through the air; as a small part of the large magic wall opened up. On the other side of the gape in the wall a large barn, stables and all, filled with animals, came into view. These animals weren’t the norm. Brown, they were all brown. The cows, the sheep, the chickens, the goats and the horses. An Oompa loompa suddenly grabbed one of the horses tails and snapped it off. He then took a big bite. Crumbs fell of the horses tail. Very biscuit like. Wait. It is a biscuit horse. Yum. The children all went to an animal and devoured it.
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