New York- a fearsome place

The New York, a big city, three friends were forced to land there. They really didn´t know what to expect from it, they didn´t know all the dangers that were lurking for them in a big city. The biggest threat of course are the rats, big fat rats. There are are lots of big rats, rats as big as cats can be quite dangerous because they are intelligent creatures and can bite very hard. When they avoid the rats they should be fine, unless the sandman comes. Sandman is a creature what everybody know but nobody has ever seen. It can be called as a mythical creature who has been in new york for hundreds and hundreds of years. There´s sand everywhere it has been and and therefore everyone is looking for sand when they are moving in the dark, because sand means in the dark alley means almost certain death. In winter it´s actually kind of useful, when the streets are covered with ice, the sand loses ice´s slippery effect. But I would rather slip on ice than be eaten by sandman. The red dot, bear, and fox had no idea where to go, so they started walking in direction that seemed most logical, the direction a sand trail was going. The central park was a nice place in the concrete jungle, a little green island. The beautiful birds were singing, little mushrooms were dancing, green grass was humming, and trees were....well.... stoned. Fresh greenhouse gas was in the air, how lovely, travel companions took a seep breath and followed the trail, which was pretty curvy, it took them deep in the park, where were drunk hobos, and trees with red eyes and scary branches, it looked like they were cursed. Our travelers were very brave (naïve I would say), they were marching on, right up to the sandman who was already waiting for them. The Sandman was actually a lonely creature with little joy in his life, he was forced to retreat so far in the park, because everybody was thinking that he was responsible for all the missing people, but actually all that was done by was done y general pollution. The world don´t know that pollution makes 1 person out of a million crazy and runs away in unknown direction usually killing himself. The Sandman sandman was deeply sad, he had no friends, no one to love and no one who loves him, he had nobody but himself. He was aware of the travelers who were moving towards him, he put the kettle going and poured cookies in the bowl. He was planning a traditional english tea party, hoping the travelers appreciate his effort and join it. The dot, bear and fox walked up to the tea table and were surprised, the Sandman was waiting for them, and offered them to sit down and have a cup of tea. Travelers took a moment and discussed the offer, it seemed pretty unusual but the Sandman was nice, at least seemingly. They sat down round the table, Sandman introduced himself and so did the others. They drank pink tea with green undertone, it was Sandman´s special recipe what he kept in secret. It was a nice tea place, comfy chairs round a table made of natural wood, the dot had never drank tea before and therefore couldn´t say if the tea is good or bad but she surely enjoyed it and made a smile on sandman´s face. Sandman asked what were they doing in New York, red dot then told him everything about the pink apple and the progress they had done this far. The Sandman heard about the pink apple for the first time and couldn´t help them to find it, he could only say that it is not in New York because he had been everywhere in New York. It was already dusk, it was time to go and say goodbye to the sandman, he was happy now. He had a nice evening with creatures who do not think he is a vicious man-eater. He now knows that there are good people in world, people who care and think different.