A s soon as you clasp your arms around the mailbox, you realize that it was a mistake. The cloud of lightning seems to be electromagnetically charged, and you grabbed a big hunk of metal. Before it's bolts get pulled out of the ground, you notice that your truck, which is directly inbettween you and the cloud, is being pulled in, sideways, over the parking meters, and into the vortex! As it goes in, and blinks out of existance, you wonder if you are religious, and if you are, what the most efficient prayer would be for a thing like this. Your knuckles turning white, you know that you can't hold onto the box for long, but that's o.k., because at about that exact time, the mailbox comes completely up, out of the pavement and goes through the vortex, taking you along for the ride. The last thing you see of downtown Trenton is people hanging onto doors and lightposts, and a whole lot of flowers flying around.

Everything is really bright, with a great light from straight ahead, just like they all said it would be. But quite unlike what they said, is the unmistakable feeling of falling at a great speed! You look down, and realize that you are about three hundred feet above a serene farm pasture, but not for long. As a last ditch, and pretty darn smart, if I do say so myself, effort, you push the mailbox away from yourself, which in turn, pushes you into a tree. The branches were light and springy, with plenty of leaves on them. Must be spring. After you hit a branch with every last bone in your body, ripping off your suit entirely, you smack the ground with a resounding thud.

"Dear God! What is that foul smell?" Would be the sound that brought you around. "Over there!" You heard someone else shout, "A large, blue, metal dwelling of some sort, but why on God's earth does it produce that horrid stench?" You notice that both voices sound like they have a strong old English or Austrailian accent. It's wasn't either one, but it was somewhere inbettween. If they were English, they definately don't sound like the ones from TV. You decided to open your eyes and find out for yourself. Getting your eyes adjusted to the bright day from you little nap was hard enough. Getting them used to seeing two men in full battle armor riding past on huge likewise-armored horses was much harder. You nearly decided to shut them again, and keep them that way this time, but they had now figured out that it was not a primative house made of metal, and started to look around. At first you thought about hiding behind the tree, but with the mailbox broken open nearby, there were letters sprawled all around nearby, giving your position away.

In a near-panic, you started to run the opposite direction, noteing that all of your bones were sore from the landing, but thankfully, none broken. You almost made it over the rise and out of sight of the two knights when you hear "Hold!" from the first, closer knight. He quickly galluped up to your position. "What manner of man are you? A troll?" Before you could answer, the second, approaching knight offered, "Could a troll bring forth flowers from the sky? Or himself for that manner, -could a troll survive that fall? He must be in leaugue with a deviel!" "Aye," the first one agreed, "I canna think of anything other than that myself."

Taking all of this in is like having the tour guide insist that you to test the chair on your tour of the state prison. As your eyes wander to take in this strange land, you notice that yes, everything is covered in flowers, and all different kinds of flowers at that- You had no idea that there were that many of them were flying around outside of the flower shop when you came through. Or why It seemed to want to suck you and your truck in, closing just behind you, and not getting anyone else. Or for that matter, What happened in the first place? It was all mind bogglingly confusing, which is why you failed to answer when the second knight asked you what your defense for these charges is. All you know is that a second later, he reached a hand out torward your collar, and stopped, sniffed a bit, and drew his sword instead. "I said capture him!" Repeated the first knight. "Smell him," the second knight quickly replied, "He smells like the metal object in the field.... Get him yourself!"

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