When we last left Alexander, he had just visited the edge of Chessboard Land, and was hanging out in the garden of pun-named flowers, being hugged to death by the clinging vines.
Reloading after being smothered by the clinging vines, I tried something I didn't try earlier for no reason other than I hadn't thought of it - I gave one of the baby's tears some milk. This just made the other babies cry harder (and louder.) I try to take the bottle back to share it around, but that doesn't work.
Reloading after being smothered by the clinging vines, I tried something I didn't try earlier for no reason other than I hadn't thought of it - I gave one of the baby's tears some milk. This just made the other babies cry harder (and louder.) I try to take the bottle back to share it around, but that doesn't work.
I go back to the milk bottle brush so I can
give each baby some milk, but Alexander won't take more than one
bottle of milk at a time and after returning to the garden with a new bottle, the milk
bottle I'd given the baby earlier had disappeared.
After drowning in the swamp trying to get to an anthropomorphic stick, I thought it was time to try a different island.






