The bridge isn't long enough to come round

The bridge isn't long enough to come round more than once a year and mostly in the summertime. Time here is like a honeycomb that glistens in the golden light just before dawn.

Time is like a honeycomb I thought, and the minutes sting like bees, and the seconds are like hornets attacking my nostrils. Woah, maybe weed doesn't relax me I thought and

I lay down for a nap. But just as I was drifting off, I felt a tickle on my leg. I reached down to scratch and then felt a sharp sting. Ow! Another and another. I leaped out of bed

and realized that making my house into a giant fire ant terrarium had not been such a good idea. Fortunately, I had built up resistance but the colony was moving to the bedroom and

my pet gerbil Argose was not immune to the insect bites. My former captives devoured him one bite at a time, but the real nightmare was that they made me watch the whole thing from

the coccoon that bound me to the ceiling. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard that I farted a little, which seemed to soften and weaken the silk. Focusing all my willpower, I

gave one last push and the cocoon reluctantly tore. I plummeted to the floor and landed in a pile of

at least my Converse All Stars were safe from the horse manure. A giant ferris wheel loomed above me and I decided to take a ride and see what I could see below.

With my shoelaces untied my seat whirled around leaving bits of manure behind. Umbrellas sprang open with every turn of the wheel. My eyes scanned the tops to find the secret code!