Beatrix ran into her freckled ginger friend, Clintee, on her way back from the record store…
“Hey, Clintee!” They stood-sat next to each other on their rusty old bicycles.
“What are you doing today, Beatrix?”
“Well, I just picked up some new records, so I think I’m going to get back, put one on, and hang out in the back of my skull.” Clintee didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t anything. “Yep, in the cave inside my skull, a sanctuary where its lush and cool and I’m a tiny golden Buddha sitting way in the back of my head on a pile of plush silk pillows, just kicking it and looking out into the endless prismic universe through my eye sockets…”
“Oooooh,” Clintee oh-ed, seeming a bit lost in her own cave.
Then Beatrix asked, “What’re you up to today?”
“Well,” Clintee started, “I’m on my way to the cosmic nursery to pick up some magic bean soil and some crystal flowers, because this morning I planted some lulla-bells in my gut…” She lifted her shirt a little, exposing a cupboard door with a tiny Victorian brass knob on the side of her lower belly. She opened the little door to reveal some ringing bells sprouting from a terra cotta flowerpot sitting inside, just above her gut.
“Wow! Okay! Good luck!”
“Yeah, you, too…”
And they went on their merry way.