Thousand: Four Hundred Eighty-Eight

though you be. What a disguise! I think it’s ingenious myself. Yes, I just reached into my transdimensional satchel and grabbed it. No, the people aren’t the size of gnats. Well, to us they are, but just because we are reaching through from this end of the dimension. This apple, I mean, aerodrome is still where it belongs. I’ve just displaced a photonic emanation, you know, the light particles bouncing off the object; it looks like I am holding it because the light has not escaped the transdimensional field generated by the satchel. Or something like that. It’s all so