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the world is this thing on the floor?”
    Lamis halts, wiping the tears from her eyelashes. She squats and blinks at the smashed object. “A cotton boll, that’s the product from the tall green plants.”
    I scan the floor. “There’re numerous little white balls of cotton, rolling around the floor, from the soft breeze, or stomped to death, like mine. Why are they inside the mirrored room?”
    Lamis smiles then slaps Ketona on the collar bone. “I know, now.” She swings towards the opening.
    I skip beside her.
    Lamis say. “The right thing is the cotton bolls, from the cotton plants. Geez, I should’ve recognized the height of the plants. They’re about six weeks from blooming with full cotton bolls. So, we need to walk down one of the cotton rows, collecting a couple of the cotton bolls for ‘the thing,’ for us, to return back into the Cubby Hole.” She giggles. “I guess it’s the food of the Cubby Hole goddesses, being girls.”
    We giggle and jog towards the rows of green plants then slam into tall plants. The plants are too close for both set of boot prints, so I rush into an individual row, walking along side Lamis and her cotton row.
    Lamis slowly walks, being smacked by the giant overlapping green leafy stems of the tall plants, saying. “Okay, we pick a handful of great big white cotton bolls for the invisible gods of the Cubby Hole. This should satisfy ‘the thing, thing.’ The cotton is white with no blemishes. The cotton part is soft, fluffy fibers. Some cotton bolls and cotton stalks are designed for decorative wreaths, too. This is a batch of growing cotton shrubs, without the bolls. It’ll be another two months, before the seed pods break open, so, now, there’re be very limited amount of cotton bolls blooming. So, keep your eyeballs peeled for some tiny balls of white, within the dark green.”
    “Okay.” I nod, slapping away the annoying branches from my chest and arms, slowly walking down the overlapping stems of the plants. I don’t have to touch the leaves, since there’re slapping my rib cage. My walking pathway is clear and colored in red soil. I frown, asking. “How da ya know about cotton?”
    “When I was a little girl, I visited the farm…”
    I toss my arms then hit the dang bush, giggling with some relieve of my frustrations of Duchie, Buffo, and the Cubby Hole. “Yay hay! I got it, now. Your grandfather is a farmer, too, like Duchie’s and Buffo’s?”
    Lamis calmly walks along the dirt between the rows of shrubs, knocking the tiny stems and leaves, before trucking down the soil. “Naw, I rode with my daddy to pick up and haul the live cows from the different farms into the numerous trailers. Then, the numerous trailers carried the cows into the slaughter houses. Then, the slaughter machines…”
    “Thanks, I have a vivid imagination. So, what do we do when we retrieve the white cotton bolls attached onto the green cotton plants?”
    She frowns with confusion, advancing down the row beside Ketona. “Don’t know! I’d suggest walking up and down the rows, like the rest of the teens…”
    I scan the teens on both sides of my eyeballs, running with silliness up and down the cotton plants for fun. They laugh and play for fun. I frown with disappointment, not fun. I wanna leave the red color tone, immediately, and rescue Buffo from Duchie, before she brainwashes my guy into something. I exhale, saying. “I wanna travel a little faster through the row, looking for the cotton bolls then get back into the room of mirrors, so we…”
    Lamis nods, walking slowly in the dirt, touching the plant, says. “I missed the last question within the blue color tone. I had trouble converting meters into feet…”
    I stop, staring at her pretty blonde curls. “Ya don’t have to…to…con…come on, let’s finish our walk. Okay?” I stare ahead, narrowing my eyelashes, not seeing much, but, more green tall plants.
    Lamis slowly walks, separating the stems from her