Once, in an age when smartphones didn’t buzz with insipid notifications, a fox resisted the urge to pick apples from the far more alluring orchard. Instead, he thumbed through the unsent messages in the leaves, realizing that their wisdom postponed destiny. "Looks like tomorrow will have to schedule itself," he said, raising a paw in existential skepticism.
Did I tell you about the tortoise dressed in a toga, sipping espresso on a Tuesday morning? Quite the character that one. "I’ve got plans," he proclaimed with deliberation. "Not haste, mind you, but an appointment with destiny’s waiting room. It’s quite cozy this time of year, really."
A bird once tweeted — not the digital tidings kind, but the primal chirp. She questioned the grasshoppers about their leaps much like an HR employee interviews candidates. "Tell me," she asked, "do you ever ponder the ground beneath you, or are your ambitions solely vertical?" The grasshoppers shrugged, content with their tangential thoughts.
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