Once upon a time, there was a land of mystery and sugar. Popsicles were trees by the sides of walkways made of taffy; small animals were made of chocolate, as if they were to be sold in a store. The sky was a light brown, as it had always been. The only other element was air, which wasn’t need for any of the delicious treats to live for, but came with the atmosphere. Rivers flowed with soda, fountains ran with liquid chocolate, the ocean was a giant pool of grape juice. There were fish in these waters, also made of chocolate. The sand was a fine brown sugar, and kelp was made of green sugar ribbons. Fields of chocolate grew lollipops, and the people were all made of a gummy like material. Food was in two varieties, either chocolate, or if a liquid like soup, perhaps one of the many flavors of soda from the rivers.
	Time was a concept that wasn’t in sugar-land. People just thought it was a perfect place, there was no mortality, things just happened. No organization of time, it just happened in people’s minds. Things were passive in sugar-land.  However, there was still vaguely free thought. It was limited, everyone was happy with their lives, so why change anything? But the young firebrand did come along, after many a generation.
	Most people had limited intelligence in sugar-land. This wasn’t because they didn’t have thought, just they had no way to expand knowledge, or pass it down. Eventually, it became a gift of birth, versus a matter of actions. There was one person who had ever been more intelligent than everyone else, Tyme. Tyme was also different than the rest of everyone. Instead of chocolate, he was made of dough with chocolate in it. A cookie dough as a matter of fact. The first thing he had ever been given was a bucket. A bucket filled with the grape juice from the ocean. His first words after this were “I has a bucket”.
	This was a miracle. No one this young in sugar-land had ever used voice before. The only ones who had ever spoken were the ancient ones, made of deteriorated and stale chocolate, alive for thousands and thousands of years. But yet here it was. A miracle. Over the years, Tyme became a slight rebel, someone who wasn’t really proud of the life in sugar-land. During the passive years in chocolate land, time advanced further in other universes. One such contained an earth, and an intrepid explorer came to the scene of sugar-land.
	A man with a fish suit walked onto the scene. He remarked, “MY GOD, IT’S FULL OF SUGAR.”
To the passerby nearby, this sounded quite odd, as this was an obvious fact of sugar-land. But yet, they had never seen someone like this before. In his pocket he had a tiny flag. Next to him, he stuck the small American flag in the cold popsicle. “I CLAIM THIS LAND FOR AMERICA” He announced to the crowd. One of the members of the crowd was named Tyme, coincidentally. He had never heard of any America, nor had he ever seen the object the odd man had stuck inside the popsicle. He decided the best thing was to give the stranger a hug. But, after trying that, the odd man decided that perhaps this land was violent. In lack of defense, he decided to throw empty threats at the crowd. “STAND BACK, I HAVE MATCHES. I COULD MELT YOU!” The crowd, again, looked puzzled.
	Eventually, an elder came to the scene. The odd man was yelling obscenities at the crowd, which me as the narrator will not care to point out.  The odd man in the fish suit decided maybe this really old piece of chocolate might be able to help him. He decided to yell obscenities at the poor old man, and found out that he knew what he was saying.  The old man said, “Pardon me, but what have I ever done to you?”. The odd man replied saying “Sorry, My name is Josh, and I was wondering, where exactly am I?”. The old man decided this person wasn’t a good person to waste his time on, so in his urge to say something sarcastic, he decided to say “Why sir, your dreaming.”. This had been something the old man had wanted to have done for years, and had finally been able to. The old man continued, “I’m sorry, your subconscious has actually landed you in a reality because you are currently in a coma. That’s why also why your in a fish suit.”
	The traveler, or as we are used to calling, the odd man decided that this was something to panic over. He had no idea that the old man had been plotting this, but being that no other liquid besides soda had ever been in Sugar-Land, people began to wonder what was dripping from his eye, after he rolled over on the ground and began to cry. His expression was also of wonder, since no one had ever been sad before. He eventually decided that if he was really in a coma, he couldn’t taste anything. He bit into one of the bystanders. This bystander had been Tyme. Being that Tyme was a very raw chocolate chip cookie dough, this actually made Josh very, very, very sick. What was even more bizarre, is that suddenly the air shifted in transparency, and the dough reappeared on Tyme’s shoulder. Josh decided he was stuck in his mind, and that he might as well make the best of this.
	Josh was experiencing a common feeling to himself, but not to the people of sugar-land.  The elders had seen things like this happen before, all kinds of things had appeared randomly in sugar-land, but not a human. Being that the rare event of anyone getting sick in sugar-land, nobody was well suited for this situation. The elders knew little about medical diagnosis, but they did know that the best thing was to bring the poor man somewhere where he could at least cure himself. Poor josh was carried away on a stretcher. While this happened, Tyme thought perhaps josh might be a future threat.


	Tyme was in his room at his house. It was his own, of course. He wasn’t much like the rest of everyone, an outcast from society because he was more intelligent. Nobody minded that he was a giant uncooked cookie. He wasn’t shunned, nor did anyone want to talk to him. They allowed him on the streets, and in shops if he needed something he could get it. It wasn’t a friendly life for him, to be shunned because of his intelligence. He’d come up with some inventions from things that’d dropped into sugar-land, infact, even used some raw technology that came. It was quite a coincidence that the language of sugar-land was English. One of the many things from the sky was a computer. He used it to write down anything he needed to remember. On the desk in his house with the computer, was his bucket. He decided that the only way to get rid of this man was the way to get rid of anyone else in sugar-land. Vaguely warm water.
	Heat isn’t exactly easily found in sugar-land. The ocean in itself is actually the most temperate area, and the grape juice has to be distilled after it’s collected. The distilling is generally more easy than finding warm grape juice, but since people are afraid of the ocean, Tyme decided to go out on the deserted pier with is bucket, and get some warm grape juice. He went home to his garden, to get one of the giant marshmallows out of it. He dunked it in the bucket, and squeezed out the liquid in the marshmallow to the bucket. He had still grapish water, but it was as easy as it was going to get. He went out onto the street, and someone spotted the bucket. They quickly panicked, and suddenly the crowd was stopping him, and taking the bucket away from him. The final words on the bucket from him were “Noez they be takin mah bucket”.
	Slowly the public did see that Josh may have been a threat. It took months, but slowly they came to agree with Tyme. They decided they must get rid of josh. So they took Tyme’s Approach. They decided they’d go to the elders and declare “WE ARE BUCKET SERCH PARTEE!”. The Elders decided perhaps the civilians had gone mad. They gave back the bucket. Through the process mentioned above, they got more vaguely warm grape water. They went back to the cabin holding josh. They threw the liquid on him. Nothing happened. His consciousness vaguely returned, and he noticed his face was slightly sticky, He made the vaguely awake remark of “Wha--?”.
	Looking forward, several months later the sidekick of Josh came. No one knew his name. Nobody had the chance, his time in sugar-land was short-lived. When he came, they pushed him back through the portal to earth as fast as possible. And that was that.
	After many a month of trying to destroy Josh, who was no longer sick and had gone around destroying public property by eating it, Tyme considered that perhaps the only way to get rid of him was to get him back to where he went. He decided to take apart the computer, and see if the magic in it would stop anything. He didn’t find anything, but it broke. All his work, effort, everything gone. For the first time in a long time, Tyme felt the same feeling that Josh previously did. Sadness, vague depression, infuriation. And he didn’t have anything to do. He just sat there for days. People gossiped, looked in the window, speculated. It didn’t make much difference. They were all just painful memories in Tyme’s Mind. That’s all. He considered, what was the point of just sitting here, or doing anything else? He realized his world collapsed. He sat.
	After much meditation on the subjects, he decided that perhaps people were just living in a bit of an illusion. It wasn’t his fault he was who he was, it was theirs. It wasn’t quite fair, but yet it seemed such a regular thing to happen. He sat, and sat, and sat. This wasn’t the end of him. He decided, that he’d do one last thing.
	On top of the hills made of truffles, there lays a mountain. It’s of pure and hardened white sugar, and atop it in emergencies is a loudspeaker. Tyme went up there through all the risks, and yelled through it as loud as he could “HALP”.
	This didn’t anger the elders. More as confuse them, perhaps stopping one of them from their nap. One of them went to visit the again silent Tyme. They had of course, been talking longer than he had, their vocabulary and grammar more refined Tyme. They tried reasoning with him, but it didn’t matter much. They gave up. At one point, they even transferred tyme to a statue of a bench on top of one of the city’s fountains. He found his life more depressing staring at the crowd of people in the streets. Eventually he rose, and went back to that cabin where Josh was. He apologized to josh, and offered to get him back to his place. He remembered where he first came. The white glow at the road next to the Strawberry river, with the Strawberry fields behind it. The candied strawberries were the pride of the farmers in sugar-land.
	He pushed Josh back. He went in the river, and he floated down river to the ocean. He washed up on the other side of the world. The first question asked to him was: “Do you have a bucket?”. Josh decided perhaps his luck was cursed.
	The current scene fades. Instead we are met in a living room by three people. The first one actually named josh remarks: “That was the worst game of candyland ever. Let’s go back to monopoly.”