Sweat beaded on Jiggley Wiggley's forehead. Somewhere under all that hair. Somewhere way, way down, under all that hair. You wouldn't know to look at him but he was drenched. Jiggley was sweating his way through the summer. And he was anything but blue. If you know then you know.
So sweat and hair and fur and an endless supply of summer intermingled the possible and the probable with the only slightly interesting and birthed a mistake that might make for a tale as old as time. Or at least as old as a mistake you made last week and almost forgot about due to one too many double chocolate sundaes. And who wouldn't forget something after a double dose of brain freeze and a sugar induced comatose-like trance? Well, maybe it was more than just the chocolate sundaes, but that is a story for another day.
So Jiggley was to set himself upon an adventure that would slay the mighty blues where they stood, rooted in his future, obstructing his path to fun. A facedown with the faceless. A standoff with the legless. An effort pitting our intrepid hero against the formless nothing that had grown to a mighty height fueled by the combined boredom of millions. Tasked against the taskless, could Jiggley triumph over nothing?
The keys to success are often just a plan, they aren't really keys at all. This thought wrestled with Jiggley as he planned to defeat the blue monster that was pressing down on everyone. He would need a tool as real as the keys themselves. Which was not real at all, but would be very useful nonetheless. And he did have one thing in mind.
It so happened that one holiday season Jiggley had made a wish for something that was not something but that also was useful. He was trying to win a wager with a wish for something that could not exist. While he was sure he had scored the gambit at the time, being granted a gift of nothing, he was now quite aware that a certain bearded northern stranger may have snookered him after all. Jiggley did not like being snookered. Hoodwinked he could live with. Bamboozled was acceptable. But snookered? That would require satisfaction. At a later date. A much later date.
For now, Jiggley made use of the be-jingled bag that he kept under his lost socks and removed the wished for gift that was neither something nor useless. His hands filled with a sensation that was somewhat familiar, a kind of warmth and excitement that he had not felt all summer. A feeling he had not felt since the end winter. He knew that the one thing that could defeat this sloth was growing larger by the second. It was surely an unstoppable beast of its own and it would undoubtedly obliterate the great blue doldrum that had ruled over this long hot summer and free his friends from their torpor.
Potential.
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