"Your bowtie is on fire." said the girl with the rainbow hair.

"What?" Skunk replied, raising an eyebrow.

The girl pulled out a stout candle and stuck it under his chin. It came out lit.

Skunk looked down.

His red bowtie was on fire.

He yelped and fumbled for his glass of marker juice, tore off the tie, and tossed it in his drink, which was stolen by a passing maniac.

"..." said Skunk.

"...." Said the girl with the rainbow hair.

"I'm Skunk."

"I know."

"How do you--"

"I'm Enchanted," she said quietly. Her prism earrings dangled from her perfectly round ears.

"Well, thank you."

"No." She shook her head. "I am Enchanted. That's my name."

Skunk and Enchanted stared in silence for a moment.

"I'll get the zuchini," she offered.

Skunk nearly choked. "The..."

"Zuchini. Stay there."

And she drifted away in a cloud of light and candyfloss.

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He met her again.

"I found the zuchini."

"I'm sorry, but why is the zuchini so--"

"You'll see." Enchanted drifted away again. This time, Skunk followed, aglow from her light.

She sat down in a green canoe and took out a bamboo pole. He sat down in one of the seats. It emitted a cherry scent.

She started rowing. She leaned back. A long distance away, you could hear the almost inaudible cries of an army being eaten by a poodle.

Skunk began to suspect that he was on drugs.

"Am I on drugs?" he asked.

Enchanted laughed, like the sound of a small animal relieving itself in a glass bowl. "No. You have merely lost your sanity."

"You mean I've gone insane?"

"No. You have lost your sanity. It has liberated itself from you and is happily whiling away its time in the dimension a few doors over. Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes."

"So would I."