The Guinea Pigs Journey: Meditative Bedtime Tale

So,

Just take a moment to allow yourself to close your eyes and begin to relax.

And as you begin to comfortably fall asleep,

I don't know whether you'll fall asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words.

And as you comfortably drift asleep,

I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And this bedtime story follows the adventures of a guinea pig.

And this guinea pig has been going on a journey through vast woodland in search of a lost scroll.

And as they walk through that woodland,

Listening to the sounds of the leaves rustling overhead,

The sounds of the crunching leaves underfoot,

The way the light dances on the path before them.

From time to time they have to take out a map,

Look at the map to make sure they're still on track.

And they have a small little compass that they check with to make sure they're heading in the correct direction.

And being a guinea pig,

Their legs are tiny and the journey is taking a very long time.

And so they continue this journey through the woodland,

Taking in the sights and sounds of the woodland,

Breathing in the fresh woodland air.

And as they continue on,

They can hear the distant sound of flowing water.

And they head along in the direction of that water with the plan to follow the stream through this woodland,

Hoping that maybe it would be easier to travel along the edge of the stream.

And so they cut through the woodland in the direction of the sound of flowing water.

Until eventually they find that small stream.

And they begin to follow the stream.

And as they walk along the edge of this small stream,

Where the bank of the stream is clear of trees,

This area catches some sunlight.

And the sunlight shimmers on the surface of the water,

Like tiny sparkles glistening and shining.

And they walk along the edge of the stream.

Until they see a row of ducks,

Just sunbathing on the side of the stream up on the bank.

And they stop by the ducks for a while.

They check with the ducks that they're heading in the right direction,

Saying where they're going.

And the ducks confirm that this stream weaves its way around,

To a town just beyond the woodland,

And is certainly the easiest route to that town.

And those ducks continue to rest there in the sunlight,

Stretching their wings out,

Soaking up as much of the sun as they can.

As the guinea pig continues on their journey,

Enjoying the fresh water smell.

And while they continue on their journey,

They hear a really posh voice coming from somewhere in front of them.

And they're approaching a turning in the stream,

And at this turning,

A tool reads,

Obstructing the view.

And so they head round,

And they trudge around the outside of those reads.

And the other side of the reads,

They see a posh turtle,

Wearing a turtleneck jumper,

Holding a complete works of Shakespeare.

And they're reading through that complete works of Shakespeare out loud,

As if they're perhaps an actor.

And the guinea pig stops and watches for a while.

And the turtle doesn't notice them at first,

And then suddenly is startled by their presence.

But the guinea pig tells them to continue on,

They actually liked what they could hear.

And so the turtle carries on reading that Shakespeare.

And while they read the Shakespeare,

Gesticulating and talking in a very grand and overt way.

The guinea pig finds themselves transfixed on the turtle's performance.

And as the turtle comes to the end of their performance,

And gives a bow,

The guinea pig claps and applauds that turtle's performance.

And the turtle tells them,

They've heard of this legendary theatre they'd like to go and perform in,

Called the globe,

And they've been training for years.

And so far,

All of the audiences that they've had have just been totally unreasonable people.

They've found so many people walk away before they've even finished a performance.

And whenever he asks for feedback,

They change the topic.

And the guinea pig shares that they actually liked it and thought it was impressive.

And so the turtle says that they have a gift for the guinea pig,

Something that may help them on their journey.

And they slowly walk to the water's edge,

And they slowly reach into the water and pull out a water lily.

And they do so,

So incredibly carefully.

And then slowly head back to the guinea pig,

And they rest that water lily on the ground in front of the guinea pig.

And they say wait,

And they look expectantly at the guinea pig.

And the guinea pig doesn't know what they're supposed to be doing.

And so they just look back at the turtle,

And the turtle continues to look at them,

And the guinea pig's eyes want to waver.

But the turtle just says no,

Wait.

And so they carry on waiting.

And then after what seemed like a very,

Very long time,

The turtle lowers their gaze down to the water lily.

And they say ok,

You can look now.

And the guinea pig looks down at that water lily and sees that there's some water within it.

And that water has become incredibly still,

Almost like a mirror.

And with the angle of the light and the angle they're stood around that water lily,

The guinea pig can see their own reflection in the water within the lily.

And as they gaze into their reflection,

The turtle talks in the background and tells the guinea pig to look into your own eyes,

Not around your eyes.

Just gaze straight into your own eyes,

As if you're looking into your own soul.

And as the guinea pig gazes into their own eyes in that reflection,

So the turtle continues talking.

And everything around their own eyes begins to fade away,

Almost turning black.

But not black because it's actually turning black,

But turning black because they stop paying it any attention.

The only thing they're paying attention to is their own eyes looking back at them.

And as they continue to gaze into their own eyes,

So they start having that strange feeling.

That feeling like the eyes looking back at them seem like different eyes.

Almost like there's somebody else looking at them while they're looking at that other person.

But they know those eyes are just their eyes.

And yet,

It takes on almost like an infinite loop of absorption between their eyes and the eyes gazing back.

Like that reflection is another being looking back at them.

And the turtle just talks softly in the background.

And as you continue looking into your own eyes,

You can see deep inside yourself.

You can begin to notice the true you.

A reflection of who you really are,

Of your strengths,

Of challenges to be overcome,

Of learnings not yet made and discoveries not yet had.

And the more they look into their own eyes,

The more profound the experience becomes for them.

So much so that the blackness surrounding the eyes begins to shimmer with an electric blue,

Almost like electric blue lightning.

It's starting to fizz from the centre of that lily,

Out to their peripheral vision,

As if they're being drawn deeper and deeper into the experience.

And at just the right moment,

The turtle yanks that lily away and says sleep.

And the guinea pig's eyes close and they drop deeper and deeper asleep standing there.

Head looking in the direction the lily was.

And the turtle says,

On your journey,

You're going to meet some curious characters.

And a part of you will know how to learn from each interaction.

And you won't know consciously exactly how you're learning,

Because it'll be instinctive and automatic.

And then there's a moment of silence.

And the guinea pig can't work out how long that silence lasts.

Was it a moment?

Was it an hour?

And as their eyes open by themselves when the time is right,

The turtle carries on talking to them,

As if none of what had just happened had actually happened.

And the guinea pig says,

I'm sure,

Something just happened.

And the turtle responds,

That's right,

You're sure,

Something just happened.

But I know something must have happened.

That's right,

I know,

Something really must have happened.

But you did something.

That's right,

I did something.

But I don't remember what.

You really don't remember.

It's like it's just gone now,

As you go now,

On your journey.

And I'll see you in the theatre when I get there.

And in a slight daze,

And with a pat on the shoulder,

The guinea pig continues their journey,

Enjoying the bubbling of the water alongside them.

Heading towards a village.

And they continue that journey,

Until they can see the smoke rising softly from the chimneys of the buildings in the village.

And they head over undulating grassy hills,

Following this stream,

As it weaves and flows over rocks,

Sometimes bubbling louder,

Other times flowing so softly and so faintly.

Like it's leading its own life,

Full of twists and turns,

Sometimes rough and sometimes calm,

But all the time heading forward.

And as they approach the village,

They can hear the hustle and bustle of traders and people milling around.

They decide that they want to grab something to eat,

And so they follow their nose.

And they head into a bakery.

And in that bakery,

They see a cheetah behind the counter,

An elderly cheetah,

Wearing an apron,

Caked in flour,

And some flour in their fur.

And with a smile,

The cheetah asks what they would like,

And they have themselves some food in this bakery.

And they ask,

Just out of curiosity,

How long the cheetah's been doing this,

And they say they're 73,

And they've ran this bakery for the last 50 years.

And they,

If they don't mind themselves saying,

Are the best baker in town.

Well,

They're the only baker in this village.

And the guinea pig smiles,

And the cheetah hands them something for their journey,

And says you'll probably be needing this.

As they hand them a sponge cake,

And the guinea pig thanks them,

And now heads to somewhere to stay for the night.

And they head down to the inn in this village.

And down at the inn,

The honeypot inn,

They see a little mouse,

Poop Klaus,

Standing on the counter.

And Klaus calls down to the guinea pig,

And there's a path up onto the counter,

And in this inn,

Are many different animals enjoying a late afternoon drink.

There's a manatee sat in the corner,

Drinking a pint of bitter.

There's a squirrel called Quirrell,

Drinking some whiskey by the fire.

And the mouse asks the guinea pig if they'd like a drink,

And they say they're really there to see if they can have a room for the night.

And they get given a key to a room,

And they head up to that room.

They place their belongings on the bed.

They bounce around a little bit on the bed.

They jump up onto the windowsill,

To take a look out of the window,

Up and down the street of the village,

As the sun sets and the streetlights are turned on.

And as it gets later and later,

They settle down in bed,

And drift peacefully asleep for the night.

And the next morning,

After enjoying a good night's sleep,

They prepare for their journey for the day.

They get the sewing kit out of their backpack.

They stitch up the holes in their socks.

They head down and see Klaus,

Who asks how the room was,

And they say it was okay.

And they have something to eat,

Before preparing to continue their journey.

And as they're about to leave the inn,

So they're stopped by a pig.

And this pig tells them that they got this message from a turtle.

That you might need some help to make your journey quicker.

And the guinea pig says that they do have a long way to go.

How can you make the journey quicker?

And the pig says you can always ride on me.

I'm a magical pig.

And the guinea pig laughs in disbelief.

And so the pig says come outside with me.

And they head outside.

And they close their eyes really tight.

And they hold their breath,

As if straining.

And then sparkling happens around their body.

And white feathered wings start to form out from the sides of the pig.

As the pig's cheeks go red,

While straining.

And then they stop straining and take a deep breath and open their eyes.

And say see,

I'm magical.

And so the guinea pig climbed up the leg of the pig up onto its back and held on tight.

And as the pig started running down the street,

Flapping its wings and then leaping into the sky,

It asked,

So where are we actually going?

And the guinea pig said,

I need to reach the mountains.

If you can get me to the foot of the mountains,

I can make the rest of the journey myself.

And so the pig flew them towards the distant mountains.

The wind passing over the guinea pig's fur.

The sight of the woodland below and the meadows stretched out in all directions.

The undulating hills.

The wind blowing across the grass,

Making waves of light and dark spread out and pulse over the landscape.

The glistening sunlight reflecting off the stream as they head towards those mountains.

And while the pig flies,

So it engages in small talk.

And the guinea pig just responds in a friendly kind of way.

Not over interested in what the pig is saying,

But grateful for the pig's help.

And eventually,

They get closer and closer to the mountains and the air begins to change.

The air being pushed up as it hits the front of the mountains.

And then getting closer and encountering cold air being pushed down.

And the pig lands at the foot of the mountains,

Near a mountain path.

And the guinea pig thanks them,

Says that they can make the rest of this journey on their own from here.

And to a guinea pig,

A mountain is an enormous climb.

And as they start to climb,

Initially they start to get warmer and warmer,

With all of that walking uphill.

But then as they continue climbing,

So the landscape around them starts to get colder and colder.

And they start to notice snow around them at their level.

And so out of their backpack,

They take a wool jumper and they place that fluffy woolen jumper on and continue their climbing.

Following this path.

And the path is quite easy to climb.

The hard part is the distance and it all being uphill.

And so they climb higher and higher.

And while they climb,

They see some white rabbits building snowmen.

And they can see that there's another group of snowmen they've built before.

And which are beginning to thaw,

With droopy faces and their nose lying on the floor.

And they continue climbing.

And they can see in the distance,

About three quarters of the way up the mountains,

A hint of smoke rising from a chimney.

And from here they can't see the actual building.

But they know that they need to get to that building.

It's on their map as their next destination.

And at that building,

They'll be able to prepare for the next leg of their journey.

And so they carry on climbing.

And eventually they're climbing,

Having to walk through snow.

Their tiny feet barely making a dent in the snow.

Just the most delicate,

Soft crunching sound with each step.

And eventually they can see the stone building.

It's a grey stone building.

And the roof is covered with snow.

There's a grey chimney poking out the top.

And smoke whisperly rising into the sky.

And the door is a dark,

Very solid looking wooden door.

And there's a notice on the front of this building.

And the notice says instrument repair shop.

And so they push on the door and a bell trings.

And the door closes behind them.

And they can hear some ticking clocks hanging on the walls of this repair shop.

And they can see different instruments dotted around this repair shop.

And some of those instruments are musical and other instruments do other things.

And as they look around,

The air in here is so still.

Although there's the ticking,

There's a silence to this environment.

And they look for the owner or whoever's here.

And out from the back walks a grumpy armadillo.

Who's here now?

What do I have to do now?

Always someone wanting something.

And the armadillo,

Wearing silver gloves,

Comes out whinging and moaning.

And he sees that guinea pig.

And the guinea pig acknowledges him.

In a very friendly kind of way.

And the armadillo just says,

I'm Moss,

What do you want?

I'm Moss.

People only ever want to come here to see me when they want something.

And the guinea pig thinks,

Unfortunately,

It's true,

They're only here because they want something.

They need to get across to the other side of the mountains.

And then they need to go through the dark forest.

And they've heard that what they need to do this can be found here.

And so they ask,

Why this shop is in such an odd location?

And Moss says that they don't really get on well with others,

They like having their distance.

But people come here when they want something repaired.

And as they're talking so,

They put a violin down on a counter.

And they start to repair that violin.

And the guinea pig asks,

What happened to the violin?

And they say that the violin belongs to Daddy Longlegs.

And Daddy Longlegs is a gangster giraffe.

And they often mix up the violin cases with guns in with the violin cases with violins in.

And inevitably,

Violins get shot and damaged.

And then it comes down to Moss to have to fix them.

And Moss tells the guinea pig,

They know what will be helpful.

They enjoy this isolation.

While also then complaining that no one ever sees them.

Unless they want something.

And so they say they can't complain,

But they suppose they will.

And then the armadillo hands the guinea pig a purple watch.

And says this purple watch will be able to help you on your journey.

It emits a purple glow and a pulse of light.

And that pulse of light will mark out your path in the dark.

And the watch will vibrate ever so slightly.

And that will keep you on track.

And so on one of its front legs,

The guinea pig puts on that purple watch.

They then get handed a glow in the dark luminous t-shirt and a glow in the dark scarf.

And they get told these should keep you visible and help you to see or just keep enough light around you for you to find your way.

And the guinea pig wonders whether the armadillo is just trying to make them look stupid.

Almost like a practical joke that they're playing because they don't get many visitors here.

And they get told that one last thing that'll help you to get to where you're going is out the back.

And so the guinea pig gets shown through the shop.

And out the back of the shop,

Through another door,

Through another room,

Is a steep set of stairs.

And they walk the guinea pig up those stairs.

And at the top of the stairs is a door.

And they open that door.

And before them is a diving board.

And it's incredibly windy up here.

And the armadillo says,

That diving board will take you over the other side of the mountain.

Just run to the end,

Bounce on the diving board,

You'll be fine.

Just dive off the end and you can dive over to the other side of the mountain.

And the guinea pig is a bit twitchy about this,

A bit kind of unsure,

Thinking it doesn't sound particularly safe.

And so the armadillo hands them a flute.

And tells them,

Just after you've dived off the end of the diving board,

Jump onto this flute and just blow across the mouthpiece of the flute.

You'll be fine.

And so the guinea pig takes that flute and trying to hold the flute under one leg,

Runs to the end of the diving board with the other three legs.

And bounces off the end,

Quickly gripping the flute with all its legs and blowing across the mouthpiece of the flute.

And as the tune emits from the flute,

So sparkling light starts to come from that flute and almost like a witch's broom,

The guinea pig discovers this flute can fly.

And with a gentle lean left or right,

Or backwards or forwards,

The flute changes direction.

And as the note begins to fade,

The guinea pig has to blow the note again to keep that flute flying in the air.

And the guinea pig manages to fly down the far side of the mountain,

Skim the tips of the treetops,

Before weaving between the trees and landing in that dark forest.

The flute skidding to a halt in the undergrowth.

And there's a low and gentle mist weaving and wrapping its way around the trunks of the trees.

And this forest is so dark and so quiet.

And although the mist is gently moving,

The air seems to be incredibly still.

And the only light is the glow from the scarf,

The t-shirt.

And then with a tap on the watch,

That purple watch begins to pulse.

And the purple light spreads out among the forest floor,

With a slightly stronger purple light in the direction the guinea pig needs to go.

And any time the guinea pig veers slightly off route,

Even just to try and weave around trees,

Or climbing over logs,

The watch buzzes ever so slightly.

And the physical sensation is understood by the guinea pig,

As they move back on track.

And in this dark wood,

In this dark forest,

They can't tell whether it's night time or evening,

Whether it's dark even in the daytime,

Because it was lighter the other side of the mountains when they were heading into that shop.

And they don't feel they're in the shop too long.

And a part of their mind is already thinking how they're going to get back.

They don't know if flutes can fly off the ground,

Or if you need to already be in the air to fly a flute.

But they carry on their journey,

Thinking one thing at a time.

And as they carry on through this pitch black forest,

So they see the most pure white light,

Initially faintly glistening in the distance.

And they notice that white light is on their journey,

Is directly on the path they're taking,

And so they wonder whether that must be where they need to be going.

And they head towards that light,

As it gets brighter and brighter while they get closer and closer.

And the white light seems to be emitting a gentle tinkling sound of bells,

Slightly echoing and reverberating around this forest.

And although that white light is bright where it is,

The forest itself seems to dull the light,

Stopping the light from penetrating too far from its source.

And they continue on towards that light,

And as they get nearer and nearer,

They start to see there's something that looks incredibly beautiful in the center of that light.

And as their eyes adjust to see more detail within the light,

They notice a sparkling butterfly with the most delicate looking silk wings.

And this butterfly seems to be frozen,

It's not moving,

Almost like it's a statue of a butterfly,

And yet,

It looks like a real butterfly.

And the guinea pig works around that butterfly,

Taking a look at different angles,

Thinking how much it looks like an ice sculpture of a butterfly,

And yet,

It just looks like it's alive.

And then the guinea pig touches that butterfly,

And it feels incredibly cold,

Feels like very slightly damp ice,

Like ice that's just beginning to melt.

And the guinea pig continues looking around,

Trying to figure out,

This seems to be the next stop they need to make,

But what does it mean?

And as they look around,

They notice that where they touched on that butterfly is thawing slightly faster than the rest of the butterfly.

And so they light a small fire in front of the butterfly,

A little way away from the butterfly so there's just a delicate amount of heat,

Like the warmth of a paw touching the ice.

And with that,

The water gradually drips more off that butterfly,

And after a long wait,

The butterfly still looks incredibly silky and pure white.

And it looks so fluffy in its body,

But that fluff is like incredibly fine snowflakes somehow hung together,

Almost like the snowflakes of its fluff are weaved together.

With the most delicately weaved silk wings.

And as the last drop of water falls from that butterfly,

So its wings begin to move,

Its legs begin to stretch out.

It begins to move its head,

Its eyes,

And then starts to talk to the guinea pig.

And the guinea pig says that they woke this butterfly because they need the butterfly's help,

And they show the map,

They show where they're trying to get to.

And they show that it shows they're supposed to come here to get there.

And this butterfly says that their name is Blizzard,

And that they're something of a wizard,

They can perform magic,

And that what they need from you is just to be able to carry you.

So they just need you to turn around,

They say to the guinea pig,

And so the guinea pig turns around.

And looking back over their shoulder,

They see the butterfly,

Flapping its wings and hovering above them,

Carefully,

Almost like a claw game,

Maneuvering itself above them to take hold of them delicately with their legs.

And then it flaps and flies up through the trees,

Out of the forest,

And carries them towards their last location.

And it's a tall mountain with a flat top that juts out of this forest,

And the sides are almost sheer,

And it's known as the trash can,

Because it looks like an upside down trash can.

And everyone seems to be rubbish at climbing it,

And the butterfly,

Glowing in the sky,

Carries that guinea pig up around the side of that mountain,

All the way to the top.

It lands them on the top,

And says it'll wait with them,

Because it knows that its job is to also take them back over to the other side of the mountain,

Once they've done what they're here to do.

And so the guinea pig thinks,

And that butterfly,

And can see the ruins of a building up here.

And yet,

There's no way of getting up here,

And these ruins are so old,

And the map shows this is the location to arrive at.

And they head into the ruins,

They start to explore the ruins,

They head through an old door that no longer exists,

And descend some steps,

Following those steps deeper and deeper into this mountain,

Until they find another door,

They open that door.

And as they open the door,

So the room on the other side of the door,

Springs into light,

And in the center of this room,

They can see a pedestal,

And resting on that pedestal,

Is what looks like a board,

And they pick up that board,

And on the board,

They read in a different language,

That this is the yes yes board,

If you can answer yes,

Then you can have access to the scroll,

And it says that this works by having you only give an automatic answer,

Not one you give thought to,

But one that you just deeply understand.

And it tells the guinea pig to rest a paw on either side of this board,

And while resting a paw on either side of a board,

A sentence forms between those paws on the board,

A question for the guinea pig,

And the question is what do you see when you look into yourself,

And the guinea pig thinks about it,

And thinks about it some more,

And as they continue thinking,

They think they don't really know the answer,

They only know the experience,

It was like just a circular experience going on and on and on,

Of seeing themselves,

Looking at themselves,

Into themselves,

Seeing themselves,

They don't know how to put it into words,

And yes,

Lights up on the board,

And they understand it's not about the words you use,

It's about the understanding you have,

And as they continue gazing at the board,

That question fades,

Almost like light dispersing like smoke,

And another sentence begins to form,

And as they look at that sentence forming,

They see that it's asking how you fix something that isn't broken,

And they think about the answer,

And they don't know the answer consciously,

And they try and think about whether you would know that you're broken or that something is broken,

If it seems fixed,

They think about what can be fixed that's broken that seems fixed,

And it takes a moment,

But the answer forms in their mind but only as a concept,

As an idea,

And they feel a warmth within their body as the idea forms,

And it's another idea they can't put into words,

That they can only understand instinctively,

They know they learnt this from the turtle in the turtleneck,

And the other yes lights up,

And then a click on the wall happens,

And a stone door slides aside,

And a scroll falls out of that hole,

Onto a ledge,

And they head over to that scroll,

They carefully open the scroll,

And as they open the scroll and begin to read the writing,

They start to understand what this journey was about,

And they take a nearby quill,

And they can see there are other names that have been signed at the bottom of the scroll,

And next to the scroll,

Next to that shelf,

Is a small little inkwell,

With the ink of a thousand octopus,

They dip the quill in the ink,

They sign their name at the bottom of the scroll,

They wait while the ink dries,

Watching that ink go from shiny,

To matte and smooth,

Before rolling the scroll up again,

Placing that scroll back into that gap in the wall,

And as they do,

The stone door slides shut again,

And as the stone door slides shut,

So a stone door in the ceiling of this room opens,

And a small hat falls to the ground,

And the guinea pig picks up that small fez hat,

Places it on their head,

As their gift to be taken away along with the knowledge of what was on that scroll,

Knowledge that's only for those who've been lucky enough to make this journey and to succeed in getting to the scroll,

To add their names to the list of those lucky enough to have been here,

They then work their way back out of this chamber,

Up all those stairs,

And head back out of the ruins,

And that butterfly is still just resting there,

Waiting to give them a lift back to the other side of the mountain,

And before setting off,

They take a tiny camera out of their backpack,

And facing away from the ruins,

With just the sky to be seen,

They ask the butterfly if they can just take a selfie together,

To remember this moment,

And so they take that selfie together,

Place the camera back in their backpack,

The butterfly again,

Flies above them carefully,

Taking them in its legs,

And without asking any questions about what they found and what they saw here,

The butterfly,

Begins to fly them back,

Towards the mountain,

And as they're flying so the guinea pig,

Being held by the butterfly,

Takes some sponge cake from its backpack,

And just enjoys eating some of that sponge cake during its journey,

And flies back over the mountain,

And the butterfly lands down the other side of the mountain,

And the other side of the mountain,

That flying pig is just loitering in the meadow,

And the guinea pig says goodbye to the butterfly,

The butterfly says it's time for them to go back to where they were found,

And they'll go back into stasis,

For the next person that finds them,

And the pig flies them back to that village,

And they decide to spend another night in the honeypot inn,

Before continuing their journey home the next day,

And while they're in a room in the honeypot inn,

They think about the experience they've had,

And they wonder what they're going to do with the map,

So that someone else can find it,

And with that,

They hear a knock at their door,

And they open the door and a turtle is stood there,

And the turtle says they're going to the globe,

And that they know that you have something for them to take with them,

And so the guinea pig understands the situation,

And goes and gets that map,

And hands the map to the turtle,

Who gives a gentle smile,

And says they'll place this somewhere on their journey to the globe,

For the next person to discover it,

And the guinea pig realises this turtle was the one who placed it where they first found it,

They found it a few years earlier,

While out for a walk,

And as they're walking around,

They're in search of a cake,

As they often are,

And they're looking for a bakery to get that cake from,

And they'd bought themselves a battenberg cake,

And they were sat on a hillside,

Enjoying that cake,

And they heard a sound,

And they went and headed towards that sound,

And they found an unusual sight,

It was a snowman,

Thawing,

Despite there being no snow,

And this snowman was thawing fast,

And within the ball at the top of the snowman,

The ball that made up its head,

Something was poking out of the thawing snow,

And it was a map in a small brown box,

And a note encouraging them to go and explore,

And they don't know why they were chosen,

But they now know it was the turtle who left that there for them to find,

And the turtle explains they've been around for hundreds of years,

And it's their job to spread wisdom,

They take a very slow approach to life,

But taking a slow approach to life brings knowledge and wisdom,

You see everything rushing past around you,

And you understand things in a whole new way,

And they say now they're on a trip to the globe,

And that'll give them the chance to let somebody else make their own discoveries,

And so the guinea pig gets a good night's sleep at the inn,

Before heading home the next day,

And the journey home's a long one,

But once they make it home,

They pack everything away from their backpack,

They place that purple watch onto a shelf,

They pack away the t-shirt,

The scarf,

They put the hat on display,

They then brush their teeth before heading to bed,

And there's nothing better than getting home to your own bed,

Resting down,

Closing your eyes,

Falling asleep,

Drifting and floating peacefully,

Relaxed,

Into slumberland.