A river flows through Bored’s open meadow where deer graze. Visitors cross the smallish desert with ease.
Sparrows and minnows flit.
The people go about their professions: farmer, builder, chef, and petty thief.
Visitors walk along the grey sand beaches carrying thin towels and licking cones of vanilla ice.
Some paperwork is required for entry. Signs tell visitors where not to walk and where to put their trash.
“Always ask permission,” says the Guide.
There’s some traffic, but not much.
“The best part was the potato chips. Bored makes great potato chips,” says Miss Emeline Traveler.
Everyone eventually visits the seaside capitol Irritated. Staff work to pick up trash which was dropped on the ground and not in the proper receptacles and to sweep up the sand.
“It gets everywhere into everything!” says Amma-Pom
They take long lunch breaks and suck saltwater taffy which is too salty and sticky.
Tourists waddle with dripping ice cones.
At dusk a band plays tinny music of popular tunes.
“I couldn’t get them out of my head,” says Miss Doe Friend.
A ferry leaves on the hour from the Irritated Pier, but its long walk from the ice stands and the taffy shops.
Miss Emeline, at least, enjoyed the wildflowers and the shapes of low hanging clouds as she made the walk to the dock.
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