Pink World

A man completely covered in blue runs, leaving blue footprints on the pink road.

The sky is a lighter shade of pink. The conical felt trees are a darker pink. The grass is pink with white polka dots.

The blue man yells, "I'm gonna get you Mr. Green!"

He putting his hands on his knees, panting. Blue sweat drops like ink on a wet towel onto the ground, making blue snowflakes large and small around him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a green snowflake.

Growling, the blue man sprints ahead, making a left fist.

"You will pay for this!" He screams.

He runs and growls, approaching the top of a hill ahead.

The pink sky darkens as the darker pink clouds move in ahead. He hears a few squeals and squeaks.

Pigs.

Overlooking the flamingo pink valley that opens up to an Alpine horizon of pink powder, he sees a never ending herd of pigs (pink, of course) that cover the valley basin.

In the distance, a tiny speck that is anything but pink. A darker shade of something.

"You screwed this up and you're gonna pay for it!" The blue man yells across the valley, agitating the pigs.

The ground below shifts like a pink ocean.

Before he can say another word, the pigs are galloping like buffalo towards him, oinking and squeaking in an excruciatingly high pitch.

The blue man runs the other way where he came.

The pigs, unrelenting, charge after him over the hill.

He trips on a pink boulder causing him to bleed his blue ink all over the road.

The pigs trample over him and charge through, blue stains be damned.

Lying on the ground tending to his wounds, he sees two green bare feet in front of him.

A loud crunching sound. The road, the sky, the sun, the gravel, the trees all begin to turn blue through his eyes.