This is the continuing saga of Little Obi and his adventures. My first part started HERE

As time went on he was able to somewhat control his adventures. Even so, he still had a long ways to go before he could say he had mastered the skill of teleporting. Obi was on one of his trips off the Island to the mainland when disaster nearly struck. He was on his way to New York City to experience the hustle and bustle of city life when he found himself in quite a predicament. Instead of "landing" in the heart of The Big Apple, he found himself precariously perched nearly 300 feet above the ground on the outside of the Statue of Liberty. He had to wait 45 minutes until he was able to conjure the teleport beam and get off the Statue of Liberty.



Once off the statue he was able to get to downtown and take in the sights of New York City. He wandered different streets and was overwhelmed by the sights and smells (some were heavenly and other... well not so much) and the masses. Here are a few candid shots of Obi on his travels through the city.







During his day in New York, he was told by a local resident that the Yankees were playing at home today. Obi explained that he didn't know what baseball was and therefore never been to a game. The man made a few phone calls and was able to come up with 2 tickets to the game. The man explained the game to Obi. Obi enjoyed it immensely.



After an exciting and eventful day, Obi decides to go back home and go to bed. As he puts his head on his pillow and slowly drifts to sleep thinking of all he had seen and had done and how close to disaster he came in the beginning of the day, he plans for his next big adventure. "Where shall I go?" he ponders, as his mind grows dark. A few twitches from his body as he drifts to sleep and again his mind is alive with the sights and sounds of New York.

Sleep well little Obi. Sleep well.




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