Conditions were wet and slimy right from the start as I began my journey. Multi-layered in composition, I immediately realized the conditions were going to require significant change to be able to adapt to my environment. The composition of the moisture I came in contact with altered my current state and I realized I had to quickly move from this location. I felt a force come over me that swept me to a new location just down the path. I thought to myself, “what is a swimming pool doing here?” The fluids began to clean me destroying damaging bacteria leaving me a wet mess, but a clean mess. It wasn’t hard to find a way out of this situation. I let gravity move me along to my next stop hoping for a friendlier environment. That was a mistake. It looked like a car wash shooting some kind of chemical at me causing me to feel like the wicked witch of the west from the Wizard of OZ. This liquid was literally breaking me up into smaller and simpler versions of myself. This produced my first break, however. I was small enough now to escape. I jumped through the opening into a red warm liquid that delivered me directly to my journey’s end. As I knocked, no one answered. In the distance I heard someone yell, “you’ll need assistance to get in there.” The key-master was now visible and on his way. “Here, let me get that for you,” and with that key the “door” opened providing me easy access. As I turned to say “thank you,” it slammed shut. It was obvious as everyone looked at me I was expected. I had never seen this place before, yet I was put to work immediately. I felt so used and could hear so many others knocking outside trying desperately to come in. Offering to open the door, I was told my job was my primary task and to keep working. Those outside would have to find their own work if they could. As I finished my job, I realized I used every ounce of energy I had. My life seemed to go by so quickly as I realized I had reached my journey’s end.
CAN YOU TELL ME WHO THE “JOURNEYMAN” IS? (Answer Below)