I would like to thank bird number one for their assistance in making the blue expanses of the sky/mountains look like some sort of whale/creature/thing. My personal head canon is that both birds are the same bird, but in case I am wrong about that, I would also like to thank bird number two for their excellent assistance as well. Way to go birds!
I purchased the magical rug from a small shop that was only there on that one day. Appearing between two shops usually found alongside each other. The old man who ran the shop really liked to talk. He spoke for many hours about his grand adventures, his opinions on the moon and the stars, the names of all his children, grandchildren, neighbors, and also that I would never want to walk again. I thought that maybe he was trying to warn me about a curse, but I wasn’t too concerned. After all, what is a curse compared to a genuine magic carpet? Past me just did not understand. I get it now. I really do. He wasn’t talking about a curse, or anything strange or magical, just the pure joy of flying through the sky on a magic carpet.
If one should not complain about good things, what should one complain about? Bad things? No, if you asked me, I’d tell you that I would much rather hear someone complain about the good, than the bad.
I mean, like seriously? How am I to know if I got up on the wrong side of bed when I wake up on a pile of rocks? At least my pajamas aren’t too embarrassing.