By Mrunmayi Chawnekar

A few hot-air balloons pulled at their tethers against the darkening pink sky,

 The four slender glasses went camping.

The penknife had hands to help him do things.

The hoverboard is a playing with the birds.

The world spined in the merry-go-round.

The walls were looming trought the side walk.

The metal was glinting through the trees

The moon fickered his eyes.

The roller coaster almost killed Tom.

The doll said " hey to me".