This is the story of Sid, who one day woke up to find that he had become a large head. Part three.














Sid's eyes opened slowly to face his room again. He was undercovers and warm. Everything was normal as it had always been. The same walls, floor, light and window as he had remembered. It must have all been a dream. So clear was it now that he felt like hitting himself for thinking that what he had been trough was real.

Well no matter, he had to get up anway. He must be more tired than he thought as getting out of his bed seemed more diffilcult than normal and his walk wasn't steady. His head ached as well. But this was just the beginning of his problems for when he looked into his mirror he saw the nose pointing at him. He was still the head.

At that same moment he heard a noise coming from his closed door. Moving as quickly as he could he made his way to it. The door opened by it self (for some reason) and Sid was faced with a different corridor than waht he was used to. Windowless, doorless, anythingless, it streched out into the distance at which he could see light. There also seemed to be a draft. Whatever this meant, he didn't know but he felt there could be answers at the end.


After a long and very boring roll along the corridor, in which the draft became stronger every second, the answer to the light was given. A ledge. A ledge from which the whole of The Land of Rob could be seen. A ledge off the wall of a floating castle.

The world below seemed oddly calm. After what Sid had seen and heard he thought things would be in chaos but yet it was peaceful. A river running off into the distance, a road joining another going over the river and woodland. The hills in the distance were hazy and the sky white with cloud. Did that river wink at him? It seemed like it. But that was not important for a small pink fluffy thing was floating next to Sid.

"I am the lord of doom," it said happily. "All shall feal my wrath." Sid just looked at it not knowing what to think. The small pink fluffy thing floated there for a few seconds then cried like a child. "You're not laughing," it moaned. "My whole point of being is to make people laugh as my master says. Now I have failed." And with that it floated away sobbing. Suddenly the ledge clicked then began asend the wall. Above, Sid could see what appeared to be a door into which the small pink fluffy thing was flying into still crying.

Now Sid was facing a new room which seemed to glow with all the treasure inside. Gold coins, slabs, statues, birds, lions, frogs, glasses, teapots, cups, spoons, paper, pencils, pens, rulers, calculators, protracters and a combineharvester. Not only gold but rubies, pearls, and me (the writer) of course for I am worth something, I mean mummy said so. The floor was soft and the walls covered with stuff.

Ahead was a curtain infront of which floated the small fluffy pink thing. "Welcome to the rest of your life," it said, it's voice completely changed to a now mocking tone. "We made your cell to that of which you are used. Now you shall meet my master." The curtain opened slowly to reveal Bill the Happy Bunny, quacking away.