Outside the box

So the idea is swimming around like a tadpole. Hatched from an egg, a square sort of egg that's a bite-sized chunk of "reality"--whether "reality" is fact, myth or a juicy bit of legend. A snippet of story unknown beyond the neighbourhood, a tiny piece of local lore that's bigger than gossip. That has ripples.

Ripples mimicked by the ones the tadpole creates...a tiny bit of turbulence in a tea-coloured, brackish pond.

Around in circles it travels; the pond is only so big, but its parameters are infinite. A scary thing, but delicious too, as the tadpole grows and grows....