Muscatine

"We all fear what might be happening?"  Must be rough to go through life fearing everything, because anything "might be" happening.

I think not. 

Hey Nigel

I won't take a handout so I'll pay for them. On your way to drop off those umbrellas, don't trip in the holes in the sand behind this fellows path? Oh yes, didn't that swampland use to be a lush forest, and don't you mean Calamity Jane Or Repunzle? Blindness is such a sad affliction, bring this fellow a doomsday clock that states it's condition. He'll need to hear it instead, sad when sore thumbs seem to be invisible. You'll likely find him in his lush expensive water and food filled bunker deep within the safe clean soil of his palatial estate beneath the live old oak with a hundred yellow ribbons tied around the trunk. Where his elves keep him glut in fresh baked cookies. You'll need to look for the hidden hole, but it might be easier to follow the white rabbit. Watch out for the lazer targeting sight of his chaingun and tripwires of his claymores. Hey does  Mother Goose visit often. I hope not, she'd eventually get shot and cooked for dinner with the seven dwarfs and blue birds serving apple desserts. But I'd guess the Grimm brothers are more ones speed. So if you see Hansel and Grettel along the path, warn them to go the other way. Hey Rip, WAKE UP, you need a shave. Your gold is ready Rumple. Word.

I do so love this banter, thankfully there's one in every crowd, a reason to smile, you're so funny.

Lucy

Way too many metaphors. Feel free to just speak naturally and tell us what you think.

Uh-oh....Another graduate of the "Joe School of Logic."  If I don't agree, I am blind.