I am the mere mortal, the Oracle, who wants to get out, an escape to the horizon is all I need, I said to the pelican. It saves you your life if you tell me how to achieve that. I need to find the gate up like that colourful pink purple bird willing to fulfill cheap whishes.

The polar bear can helpout, just follow the melting ice cubes the pathetic breakfast snack stated.
If ice melts the door is open to new conversations unless the postman arrives and interrupts to deliver parcels one should sign for after giving directions.

The rain dance started ages ago, the result is slow but here's proof it worked and it isn't some ancient belief. Since the earth turns it's clear the drops fall elsewhere and vaporize where sun and hell reign. Make yourself comfortable, it won't take long till a cooked meal will be served by the microwave of the neighbours after the iron bird lost a wing and swings from left to right while it drops out of the sky.

It's a nice way to fall asleep or look down on the mere that had nothing more to offer than fish and pelican served without garlic potato chips and a rocking chair without room to rock.

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