Once upon a time,

there was a boy,

named Donald,

or Daniel.

Just about everybody loves,

a big and yummy egg,

omelet with everything in it,

but the kitchen sink.

And so Donald or Daniel's mom,

was busy in the kitchen,

getting everything ready,

for the dinner of omelet to be.

Now to make an omelet making,

you gotta crack an egg into,

it with more on the way,

and another and another.

And another and another,

egg cracking into it,

and then add into it,

all kinds of good things added.

So with the good things added,

into it and cooking just fine,

Donald or Daniel's mom,

took a moment to look somewhere else.

Well everybody that knows an omelet,

knows about bubble trouble,

and that sometimes there comes a time,

when a bubble bubbles up in the omelet.

It's just the way things are,

with the omelets of the world,

and so it was that a very nice and,

robust bubble started to bubble up.

Into the cooking and frying pan,

the bubble was taking shape,

when Donald or Daniel's mom,

returned to find the deformity forming.

It inflated a bit and deflated a bit,

and then it got bigger and bigger,

and bigga, and bigga,

and really really bigga.

And as it grew it sort of,

well it sort of shimmied,

and shook and grew to outsize,

the fry pan and the stove.

And the kitchen table,

while his mom kept backing up,

and the bubble kept enlarging,

with no end in sight.

It was about this time,

that Donald or Daniel's mom,

said out loud,

"Houston, we have a problem!"

And then Donald or Daniel,

left the TV set to make a visit to the kitchen,

and found his mom staring in disbelief,

at the biggest omelet bubble evea!

Donald or Daniel's hand,

and it's twitchy fingers began to,

reach out and touch,

"do not touch the bubble she exclaimed"

With a twinkle in his eyes,

he made a retreat to his play area,

looking for something,

what could be the something.

It was in his art supplies,

and down at the bottom of his,

art supplies,

under every every everything.

Was a little tiny paint brush,

made of plastic,

with a very pointy,

plastic end of the other end.

So with the pointy end,

of the paintbrush in hand,

backing to the kitchen,

looking at the still bubble.

Thrusting the pointy point,

into the omelet bubble,

which resulted in a tremendous,

whoosh and big noises and pop it went.

But the suction from the popping,

bubble was so powerful,

it sucked Donald or Daniel,

right into the epicenter of the bubble burst.

And with lights flashing,

and yellow crazy things going,

and whooshing sounds hearing,

and sucking him into the bubble he went.

All of a sudden,

Donald or Daniel,

was not in the kitchen anymore,

but the Alternative Omelet Universe Place.

"Welcome to the Alternative Omelet Universe Place",

Donald or Daniel heard a voice express,

"Where am I and why am I and where is this",

it was then he realized he was inside the bubble blast.

And he was talking to a slice,

of Canadian Bacon,

that had been residing with all the other,

good stuff inside the omelet.

Trapped inside the bubble blast,

with all the other good things,

of ham and bacon and cheese,

and tomatoes inside the alternative universe.

And all the good things,

were having a pretty good time there,

in that Alternative Omelet Universe Place,

just swirling around and grooving in yellow stuff.

Just about then,

Donald or Daniel felt a tickle,

on the back of his neck,

like a gentle breeze upon it.

But it was a hand pulling,

upon the back of his collar shirt,

to bringing him back from his latest,

adventure to return from.

So his mom pulled him back out,

from the Omelet Alternative Universe Place,

with a yank by the collar of his shirt,

to the kitchen that was just a mess.

From the bubble burst of good things,

all over the place and a big clean up,

and discussion once again with her son,

not to reach and touch things that are yellow.

And for that matter,

just about every other color,

and go back to the TV set,

and we will be eating dinner later thank you.