All the Giants gather 'round as we leave Ur with a big frown. Never thought I'd be so sad, then I am today. We might be be leaving. We cannot stay. But Glitch will always be there, in our hearts and brains. Imagine the land forming again and play both night and day. Squeeze the chickens. Feed the sloths. Nibble the piggies. Talk to your rock. Be a glitchen in your mind. Goodnight Groddle. Goodnight.
By: Pollen