They say good things come to filly who pause. This time they clockwise. As you round the hundred-forty-millionth bend (truly, you’ve been counting), the path slices through patch of pretty blue flowers.
Flowers glitter and smell so good your mouth is wet.
If it is time for noms, turn to page 50.
If you notice the strange tree-hut in the distance, turn to page 61.
These translations are hilarious.
What does "This time they clockwise" mean?
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Spin.
Nigga, YOU MAKE ME GO ROUND!