DAISY
Time on Tausi drifted by like snowflakes on a cold winter day. You knew it was passing
by, but it couldn’t be pinned down. There was no way to determine any precise second,
minute, hour, or era. For now, Daisy accepted her residence on the island with a
laissez-faire attitude and sat astride the loveable and odd-looking Chauncey. While
they wandered past blue-tinted vegetation and listened to strange twittering noises
in the jungle-like forest, he told her he was a descendant of the mysterious and
rare okapi species. Sir Albert strolled beside them at what seemed like a snail’s
pace for him, since a single stride of his lengthy legs could equal four of Chauncey’s
normal steps.
Wrapped in a faux mink stole, with a felt fedora on her head, Daisy posed like a
celebrity in a h
