copyright Lauren Moscato
"Welcome to Bizarro World, friends my! I am Zontar."
"Thanks, Zontar. Gee, this place is odd!”
"How so odd is?"
"Trees grow upside down, the sky is green and the grass is blue, and Donald Trump is a pleasure to be around."
"Normal seem to us, friends my!"
"And then there's the height of the doors. How do you get into your houses?"
“Into your houses get? Why? No one into their houses get.”
"Well, where do you sleep? How do you keep warm?"
“Sleep in street. Freezing cold year most of. Most brilliant leaders never been solve able to.”
“Well, Zontar, friend ours: Looks like we picked the right planet to invade after all!”
At first I toyed with the idea that the door 15 feet above the ground was installed by skilled Jewish craft persons, but I finally decided not to pick on my own people in favor of picking on the residents of the mythical Bizarro World in this, my weekly Friday Fictioneers story in response to the picture prompt above.
I can't wait to see what other explanations the other Friday Fictioneers have for the incredible door from up on high, and you can see them too by clicking here.
See you in Bizarro World, friends my!