I notice the glimmer and shine as my favourite teapot fell to the ground. It started to submerge in the luscious light green grass, just like my Great Great Aunt Ann in that sinking sand. I tried to put it out of the ground but it was almost like it was being sucked in buy something else on the other side. Then that made me think… was there something on the other side? “If I held onto the cup I would get pulled in as well. And that is the end of a good story.