"I remember the day the pickle donation truck stopped on Main Street. We thought it was an apocalypse of tangy doom, but it turned out they were just misplaced cucumbers!"
Misplaced Cucumbers"Once, in the highlands, I woke up to find my cat attending a tea party with invisible friends. I still regret not being polite and introducing myself."
Feline Diplomacy"I once heard a rumor that socks have a secret life in the laundry room. Apparently, they hold rave parties and dance under the glow of detergent moons."
Laundry Legends