The Souvenir Shack at the edge of town - About and Origins

There’s a shack at the edge of town right before you exit our little sphere of Red Rainbow Minor and head out towards the Interstellar Interstate. The shack used to just sell just the normal kitschy souvenirs you’d expect from a place located right next to the only gas station for miles (and miles and miles and miles). Then, by Magic, things changed. I made this discovery when my friend Blueberry and I stopped at the gas station one day. He was filling up the starcar (picture a stardust blue 1950s convertible that can fly). Mr. Fields, that’s Blueberry’s dad, is a tinkerer and one of the things he likes to tinker on most are classically designed starcars. And since Blueberry was around all these cars all the time it was hard to resist taking one for a little spin, which we did often, but always on the fringes of town because Blueberry, though he was one year older than me, still wasn’t old enough to have his license yet. His dad didn’t mind (as long as Blue kept the safety governor on) but that didn’t mean that the other denizens of Cratersville and its environs were as gracious. Anyway, as I stepped inside the Souvenir Shack, heading straight for the little icebox by the door that held all the different ice cream treats, I was stunned to find that instead of the trinkets that usually filled the joint, there were hundreds of pictures–big, small and otherwise–that featured not only scenes of my life but of the multitude of creatures that I had been creating in secret. One of the cardinal rules of the Iconvilles was that there was to be absolutely no creating of life. Don’t ask me why this rule came into effect or how I attained the ability to break said rule when others could not even if they tried. That story will be told another day. But, on the day that I discovered pictures of my creatures being sold to tourists I realized that though no one could pin the creation of the creatures on me yet (thanks to the stories my dad thinks up to explain their appearances around town) that didn’t mean that people wouldn’t start suspecting that something was up. That being said, I’m quite proud that people want to collect pictures of my creatures. Blueberry says they’re probably just collecting pictures of the ones they’ve seen. (The creatures are notoriously hard to get a photo of.) I’d like to think they’re collecting pictures of the ones they connect with on a personal level. You know, the ones that make them think or smile. (Blueberry usually roles his eyes at this point.) That’s okay. The creatures make me think and smile and when you get right down to it, perhaps that’s why every creator, despite the risks, creates.

—Jellybean Reds, age 17