It was a dark and stormy night, said the speech bubble, as it donned its elegant cloak stitched from the stars of forgotten puns. Observing the world below, it pondered deeply — Why was the chicken still metaphorically crossing the road?
The bubble paused, pretending to sip imaginary coffee brewed from lines of classic prose. Milton, it said to no one, never had such dilemmas.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Grammatica, a village where punctuation ruled with an iron fist, an exclamation mark fainted at the sight of an ellipsis...
Have you heard? An allegory once tried to tell a direct story. The plot twist wasn't friendly.
But in the grand sentence of time, whose verb was the predicate of the destiny? Find out or simply ask a semicolon.