You know, I don’t know if this has been mentioned before, but the growth of the Y in the greenYgrey rebranding could be symbolic of the boomerang social media craze that crossed from the Greenygrey world to the human during the latter stages of the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps serialisation last year.
Realisation and Editing
Hi, it’s G.G. Howling, fiction writing correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by J.K. Rowling. I only noticed in yesterday’s blog, when Sharapova seemed to be making a Y with her arms; one holding a grey racket; in front of a green and grey background.
I also noticed that the greenYgrey rebranding hadn’t been included over the Roger Federer photo, with it just being an old-fashioned greenygrey. This missed some of the very funny greenYgrey punchline, as there is a yellow tennis ball in the air, which can be seen as symbolic of the Y in greenYgrey. The joke had thus been reduced to just quite funny.
It has now been edited. I just wrote not instead of now there, which would have given the last paragraph a completely different meaning, and an incorrect assertion, as it has indeed been edited.
Fantasy Travel by Google Maps New Chapter
Anyway, all the above was just extra work I did while in the office last night and this morning.
I am mainly here to introduce the latest thrilling chapter of greenYgrey’s epic third fantasy travel by Google maps.
If you remember the last thrilling episode, and how could you forget it (if you read it), there was a poem that ended with gYg asleep in Penzhina Bay and dreaming it was in Magadan. Did it awake in Penzhina or Magadan, or somewhere else? All will be revealed below!
The story is really warming up, as gYg heads south in Siberia, where there is a warmer climate and big cities. Here it is:
XaW Files Chapter 5: Swans Alive, Khabarovsk Strive
I wasn’t in Magadan when I awoke.
I was two bays farther west, sheltering on the Zal Shetinga coast.
My legs and arms didn’t feel tired, but my poetry felt drained.
After the beautiful but barren chilly north I thought the land was getting greener… and greyer. Green looked at me, and I looked at Green; Grey looked at me, and I looked at Grey. We exchanged a warm smile. It looked like our kind of place.
Y? Yes, Y too.
We were two.
Y made us three.
Y especially liked the trolleY
bus system; but was also made jollY
riding the tram to a boulevard called AmurskY.
Y later said it imagined a sky full of amur leopards and tigers while riding the tram.
I landed on the River Amur, after getting clearance from the amur leopards controlling air space over the tenth longest river in the world.
I took a cab to downtown Khabarovsk, and soon discovered it is a hub of art in the region: the kind of place that would surely attract our Wolfhol.
We strived all day to see signs of art reminiscent of our Andy Wolfhol. We found some.
The search was hotting up, like the weather.