Everyday, in this very hot place, the princess would drive amidst enormous sky-piercing monsters, fields of metal insects with blinking antennae, and a never-ending horde of road-raging strangers.
She would do her best to obey the prevailing laws of the land ("work work work shop shop work shop")... but at night she would dream.
She dreamt of recycling for fun. She dreamt of bicylcing to a yoga class. She had organic vegetable fantasies, and... one night... she dreamt she was lost in The Enchanted Brocolli Forrest...
... to be continued...
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