A Hillbilly in the Holler Hole (Part III)

Do you remember a few posts ago when I gave you the chance to be a guest blogger here? Well, Hillbilly Duhn, who was able to intrigue the psychopath in me, is today's guest blogger.

Hers is one of the first blogs I remember reading when I was new to this bloggosphere and wasn't really sure where I was heading, and I have enjoyed each post she has written since then.

She is currently whirlwinding from blog to blog in a little project I'll let her explain to you and this is the third instalment of the series. I think this project is a fine example of her creativity and I am glad to be able to share it with all of you.

(Slightly off topic, when you follow through to the second instalment on "Slave to the Ordinary" below, stick around and read a few of her posts. It is another of the first blogs I read and another that has bought me much laughter)

Ladies and gentlemen, I will now hand you over to Hillbilly Duhn...

Out in the woods one day, spending an afternoon of laziness I followed a rabbit (much like Alice in Wonderland) down a holler hole. I first found myself here.

And now...

Just when I was about to give up and on the brink of tears, I saw out of the corner of my eye a small curtain next to one of the doors.

I got up to inspect it, pulling back the folds of the curtain to discover a tiny door. I tried the little golden key and to my hillbilly delight, it fit!

Opening the door, I found it led into another passage. On the other side of the passage was a beautiful garden. This hillbilly, is absolutely IN LOVE with flowers and I ached to touch the bright colored pedals and to feel their silkiness against my skin, but I was too big to fit through the tiny door. It was only about a cats length high..

With a sigh, I went back to the tree trunk table to find sitting upon it, a bottle that had a note that said, "Drink Me".

Well, now, no Hillbilly in their right mind would drink something unfamiliar, but in this strange world things seemed to be different and with courage I didn't' know I had, I took the stopper out of the bottle, tipped my head back and drank the clear liquid.

Licking my lips afterwards I was reminded of Root-beer and Taffy. Not too bad after all and I was still alive, I think. This was quite the strange get up of a dream I was in anyway, I could already be gone.

After pondering the drink, I had looked down and noticed that the floor was closer then it had been before. "What the Sam Hill happened." I shrieked. But then, I noticed I was now small enough to fit through the tiny door.

That wondrous garden called to me, so I mustered up my new found courage and walked toward the flowers on the other side.

There were so many flowers, and a babbling brook, some things were familiar, while others were not and as I reached to touch a peculiar flower with deep red pedals, I heard a rustle behind me.

I turned so quickly, I knocked myself off balance (which seems to be a thing for me as of late- life has surely gotten strange) I feel into the babbling brook and was wet from my waist down. I then heard a chuckle from close by, but seen no face.

So, I said out loud, "Show yourself!" and received only a snicker in return. But that's when I saw yet another sign that read, "You are here" with a Koala bear smiling an extra large smile.

Again, my hillbilly critter intuition led me to believe I may be in Australia. When it dawned on me...

ScoMan is in Australia. I wonder if that was him snickering at me. Not showing his face is what he does best.

So, I squeezed the water from my britches as best as I could and I rolled my pant legs up to cuff about my knees and I wondered the garden and the trees trying to find the rabbit and ScoMan, and wondering all the while, "What is happening to me."

Thank you for that Hillbilly Duhn!

*Pauses to give you all time to make your standing ovation*

If you're on the edge of your seat wondering where the story will go from here (as I am), you will need to head to "Chicken Nuggets of Wisdom" tomorrow.

And just so you all know, she actually wrote this post before the pictures of my well hidden face were included in the last post. Not only is she a great writer, but perhaps a bit of a psychic as well.

As for me, I'm disappearing for a few days to attend the International Comedy Festival. Hopefully when I return I have some interesting stories of my experience to share with you, otherwise I guess I'll have to make something else up...