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"Relax," says Janine, her voice increasingly ethereal. "Empty your mind of the material, the mundane, and think of stretching plains, tall grass."
The boy fidgets but shuts his eyes and coöperates. "Stretching plains, tall grass," he repeats.
"Very good," beams Janine. "Stretching plains, tall grass, bright stars overhead. The night sky stretches to infinity."
The boy seems more tranquil. "Infinity," he murmurs.
"You feel a cool breeze across the nape of your neck. All around you are stretching plains, tall grass, bright stars overhead," stresses Janine.
"Stretching plains, tall grass," continues the boy. The sight of his swollen tongue is your first clue that Janine is making progress.
"You feel a cool breeze across the nape of your neck, and tall grass underfoot," asserts Janine. "You are free to roam the stretching plains."
The boy smiles. "Stretching plains, tall grass," echoes the boy for the umpteenth time, and it strikes you that his ears are more pointed than you remembered.
Written by Joey Liverwurst