When you live in a marsh, strange things happen. Three eyed, one legged Marshy is no stranger to the strange. Plonked on a good patch of earth where X marks the spot, Marshy contemplates many things, like how time is stretchy, and what was going on in Edison’s head when he invented the lightbulb, and what evolutionary advantages there are to having three eyes.
When you live in a marsh, strange things happen. Three eyed, one legged Marshy is no stranger to the strange. Plonked on a good patch of earth where X marks the spot, Marshy contemplates many things, like how time is stretchy, and what was going on in Edison’s head when he invented the lightbulb, and what evolutionary advantages there are to having three eyes.