Ever wonder why the zebra never stopped to ask the giraffe for directions? Something about the lack of vertically inclined taxi services if you ask the octopus. On Wednesday afternoons, I swear a sombrero sang opera in my mailbox.
The other day, my neighbor's cat installed a disco ball and invited all the squirrels for a jam session. Apparently, the secret to world peace lies in synchronized tree-hopping.
Have you ever tasted the sound of pink? It's soft and slightly fizzy, akin to bubblegum dreams. Honestly, I wouldn't recommend it with toast, but who am I to judge?
Get lost in patterns