High in the rocky, infertile claustrophobic hills, crowded rats crawl over mountains of things in Disgust. Whiskers, claws, paws, and naked tails touch everything. Disgustians wear blindfolds and hoods. They hide in an illusion of spaciousness. They crash into mushy, squirmy, moistness.
Visitors come to disgust curious and quickly leave.
A fast train brings them in and out.
“We keep to our rituals,” the Guide says. “And we love our land in this way. We grow accustomed. We adapt. It becomes palatable to us.”
“But it’s so high up, the air is thin, and the stench so strong it’s hard to breathe here,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. "And how are all these things brought here, so high up?"
“Well, it’s burdensome work carried out by the denizens of Disgust,” says the Guide.
" They look down upon their own people and those of other lands, too," notes Miss Doe Friend. "I found it most unpleasant."
“Too much of anything is too much,” said Miss Emeline. "And too much of everything...well."
It is the closest she comes to being critical of a new place.
The waterfall Remorse, white-grey with glacier water, falls in Disgust. Behind it is a nearly unreachable cave.
The Guide shows Miss Emeline in to the small, dark, damp space. "Here you can get away from the crowdedness of Disgust and breathe clean air."
She visited it at night as according to legend to sleep beside the waterfall under the moonlight carried away the remnants of Disgust.
"I caught cold," Miss Emeline sniffs, and she drank potent tea from many other places until she felt well again. "But I saw an easy way out through the moonlight. I did not take it though."
Instead, the Traveler, Miss Doe Friend, and Amma-Pom traveled down the Remorseful River, slow moving and filled with muck and moss, out of Disgust.
Tiny worms live in the rocks. Little fish swim in the river. Frogs jump from the rocks and grey birds sit upon stones in the water.
"It was the saddest waterfall I have ever seen," said Miss Doe Friend. "I wish we had not visited it and I heard other travelers arguing the same. 'An ill-choice,' they said, returning to Disgust with one another."
“We keep to our rituals,” the Guide says. “And we love our land in this way. We grow accustomed. We adapt. It becomes palatable to us.”
“But it’s so high up, the air is thin, and the stench so strong it’s hard to breathe here,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. "And how are all these things brought here, so high up?"
“Well, it’s burdensome work carried out by the denizens of Disgust,” says the Guide.
" They look down upon their own people and those of other lands, too," notes Miss Doe Friend. "I found it most unpleasant."
“Too much of anything is too much,” said Miss Emeline. "And too much of everything...well."
It is the closest she comes to being critical of a new place.
The waterfall Remorse, white-grey with glacier water, falls in Disgust. Behind it is a nearly unreachable cave.
The Guide shows Miss Emeline in to the small, dark, damp space. "Here you can get away from the crowdedness of Disgust and breathe clean air."
She visited it at night as according to legend to sleep beside the waterfall under the moonlight carried away the remnants of Disgust.
"I caught cold," Miss Emeline sniffs, and she drank potent tea from many other places until she felt well again. "But I saw an easy way out through the moonlight. I did not take it though."
Instead, the Traveler, Miss Doe Friend, and Amma-Pom traveled down the Remorseful River, slow moving and filled with muck and moss, out of Disgust.
Tiny worms live in the rocks. Little fish swim in the river. Frogs jump from the rocks and grey birds sit upon stones in the water.
"It was the saddest waterfall I have ever seen," said Miss Doe Friend. "I wish we had not visited it and I heard other travelers arguing the same. 'An ill-choice,' they said, returning to Disgust with one another."
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