Paddi walked up to the large orange round thing and smiled.

He felt that he had finally achieved something.

His smile grew, as if he had built the massive thing.

But he had not.

No, in fact, some might say that Paddi was having delusions of grandeur.

But I don't think so.

In the beginning:

Paddi sat in the corner.

The wall was very high. It went all the way up to the sky.

Paddi had suspicions that the wall did actually touch the sky.

It wasn't really the wall he was interested in.

He was just trying to take his mind off the orange thing that was miles away, on the other side of the room.

He knew he wanted to walk over to it, but that was exactly the problem.

What if it wasn't as special as he thought.

What if the thing was really only a small piece of nothing, or a large mound.

That would have been something that he would probably prefer had been nothing.

He wanted to see, but he didn't want to know.

He didn't want to find out that his dream was just a dream.

And then:

The ball exploded.

Goo covered Paddi from head to toe.

He grinned his massive grin and walked back to his special little corner of the room.

Back, to tell himself all about what had happened, to tell himself the story.

To tell himself this story.

The End