She woke up with a scream. That dream had

She woke up with a scream. That dream had been nothing like she had ever experienced before. She could've sworn that the world around her had simply and elegantly ceased

to be interesting, but she just wasn't sure. The only thing that would confirm her elitist suspicion was a huge, giant

pile of trash in the middle of the street. She knew that poor people always soiled there own nests. And yet these streets were clean. She would have to ask one of these cretins why

they would never stop building. And yet they kept building higher. They could never stop. It was their purpose to build to the sky.

But where does the sky begin and where does it end? At what point will they say "Okay, we've built it tall enough?" Would it be on the day they pass away? Or will they take a break

And tomato sauce " The pepperoni began flying all over the room and laughing at God knows what. The basil tppk three years to grow big enough to fall on unsuspecting passersby.

Three years later, Basil had given up waiting to fall upon unsuspecting passersby. They were a fairy tale. The passersby of today suspected everything. His mother, Mozzarella, told

him, "Basil! I'm sick of this chicanery. Get back to the inn and greet those guests!" Basil grumbled under his breath. "Yes, my little nest of vipers." "What was that?!"

Basil raised his voice to be heard, "I said Yes, my little nest of vipers!" "Good. That's what I thought." Basil steeled himself and assumed the robotic cheerful masque of Service.