Last night, I found a unicycle in my wardrobe, which was strange since I can't even ride a bicycle without collapsing into a metaphorical puddle of mischief.
I overheard a conspiracy between the spoons and forks: "When the knives aren't looking, we dance on the dish!", whispered a very sus teaspoon.
Ever try to tickle a sandwich? Apparently, they have an amazing sense of humor. The rye laughed at the joke bread while the mayo held its sides.
When the zebra applied for a job, all the dots and stripes lined up in array, to make the best application ever!