I took my usual early morning walk, along the side of the black lake at the head of the valley. I laughed to see appearing through the mist wreathing the surface, a cabbage, gently floating along parallel to me. I wondered who’d lost this? That question and its progress quickly forgotten as the sun, burning off the fog revealed a scaled creature, slowly emerging, pushing up and up and up as water cascaded off its back. This had to be a mirage. Nothing here in this land has such horns. Upright now, weirdly it was apparently juggling a number of eggs.
Cabbage, has horns, mist on water and juggling eggs.
C is for Cabbage
Prompts:
