Remember that time you befriended the sandwich during the art class? It was your muse when the teacher insisted on broccoli anatomy studies.
In the third grade play, you were cast as a silent door. Ironically, your biggest line was probably "squeak."
The poem about lonely socks — who shriek with joy once every laundry day. Your friends called it "ode to oddity."
Once, at the fair, you argued with a fortune-teller about bananas being the real key to time travel. You think it was the accents?
As an intern at an invisible giraffe sanctuary, you alphabetized air on your first day. Didn't even need a ladder.
Infamous misplace: the week-long argument with the cat over which of you was the rightful king of Whiskeria.
Unconscious Sunflower Adventures