Vacation-eering

I had let on a little more than I intended. “I mean, most of the questions probably aren’t for you, Gutt, but I have one I suppose. Seen any outlandish, ehh, visions during your time fiddling around with Heschita’s Mystical Moon powers?”

“Visions? You betcha.” A smile wrapped his face in humor. “One time a flying pig flew up to me and held out a candy cane in its hoof. When I tasted it, it was bacon flavor.” I cocked my brow at him. He never paused. “Instead of opening its snout to enlighten me, the little Oinker’s wings melted into butter, he transformed into a MerHog, slathered cream all over the candy stick with one flipper, waved, and then a penguin with a hot tub carved into the greater portion of its back, skidded from behind and scooped him up. The slick ol’ pig then strapped on a pair of sunglasses made from a halved cannonball, flopped into the pool, and slid away on a flightless bird.”

I blinked and my head swayed. “Really?”