Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Although Greenygrey literature classicists might choose other episodes of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps as the finest piece of poetry and prose in Grey’s epic comedy-fantasy travel quest, today’s episode is my favourite.
Although I wasn’t the current me at the time of course, and that might give you a clue as to why it’s my favourite. I don’t want to spoil the thrilling episode for you, so on with the show:
67. BATTLE BELOW BASS STRAIT STRETCHES CREDULITY
Deeper and deeper we did descends,
down to the lair of the sharpest biting bends.
But the crocodile lost its glinting glare,
as a ghostly apparition increased the scare.
My fear turned to joy as it became clear,
the newcomer was nothing to beware.
It was MiMo Moby swimming our way,
hopefully just in time to save the day.
The crocodile at once lost interest in us,
as its nemesis joined the rumpus.
Then Elle shot out from below deck,
and grabbed the crocodile’s slippery neck.
They grappled amidst the ocean ripples,
like drunken sailors after too many tipples.
And then I couldn’t believe my eyes,
as a green kingfisher showed enterprise.
It flapped its wings under the crocodile’s thighs,
making it change into a form we could recognise.
The two monotheists were together as if in sleep,
as the mild dragged the monotonous farther deep.
We managed to control the ship’s direction,
navigating north to the sun’s reflection.
Back on the surface I did jump with joy,
as the kingfisher shapeshifted into the real McCoy.
It was my other half Green; reunited at last,
we hugged so hard to the top of the mast.