Ice cream hills, sprinkle trees, and chocolate syrup rivers.
My own personal torture place.
Lollipop street signs and gummy-bear children, the adults made of dumdums and Twizzlers.
Bleh.
Houses and streets and buildings made of wafer crackers.
And, worst of all, people were happy and smiling.
Oh, the horror.
I cringed as I walked down the street.
And, to make matters worse, it started raining.
Chocolate milk.
Ruining my beautiful white coat.
Gummy-bear children ran up to me. "Sir sheepy, are you made of cotton candy?" they asked, reaching out for me.
I bleated--no.
I kicked one of them and bit off his head.
Maybe....
Just maybe, I could learn to actually like this place, I thought, grinning maliciously as I chewed.
