The Aid of a Gator

It's a bottle of green liquid with a happy label saying "Gator-Aid! Refreshing as water, water, everywhere!" You reach for it...

But no. They'll be expecting that.

You were running from the wolf that may or may not have been outside your house, you tell yourself. You're holed up in a convenience store, and now the labels on the merchandise seem to suggest that the surreal didn't end when you woke up. "Is Pep," "Boot Rear..." the products' design looks exactly like the more famous commercial products. You turn and look at the surly shopkeeper.

"This isn't a novelty store, is it?"

"What, selling Is Pep and Gator-Aid? You smashed, Pally?"

Something is afoot. You decide to cautiously return to your home; you've mixed events up well enough now to differ them from your dream. On you way out, you pause... and ponder... oh, heck. You buy a bottle of Gator-Aid; it's only a buck. You're not going to drink it; maybe examination will reveal a clue into the workings of the day's strangeness.

Written by Mr. Peaches

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