A Perfect Garden

I walked through a beautiful garden. There were statues of dead Romance princes and celebrities. All the statues were blue. There were fish in the air. Green and purple fish who could swim through air. They breathed like we did. But they could swim. There were bright pools on the ground, iridescent orange. And I bent down to taste the water, and it clear water, only orange in color. I touched the statues. They were soft, like they were made of rubber. Were it not for the strange colors and textures and the fish and the celebrities I would have thought that this was the most perfect garden.