How in the world did he end up here?

Putting his finger up his nostril to pick his nose, Willie wondered of how he ended up here in this garden. It was dark for one thing. Did someone turn off the sun? Could the sun be actually turned off? Questions such as this echoed through the head of this child. Yes, echoed.

Taking out his finger, he managed to get out a big booger. Statisfied, Willie examined it for a few moments before he flicked it, wickedly grinning as it landed one of Bunbury's plants. Turning his head, his curls following him, he stared at the people around him.

"Oiii, anyone be knowin' what'th goin on?"