Once upon a time, in a world where the sun sang lullabies and the stars blinked in Morse code, there lived a rabbit with a pocket watch. This rabbit, revered for its punctual nature, was ironically always late. The irony, dear reader, is that it only overslept during solar eclipses—an event it once mistook for a tea party.
One day, while hopping through the lavender fields, the rabbit stumbled upon a door, slightly ajar, painted a cheerful shade of uh-oh. Beyond lay a corridor lined with mirrors—not for vanity, but to reflect on existential dread. Here, every glance offered a glimpse of a potential self, each more tragic and comical than the last.
"Why do we reflect?" asked the rabbit to a nearby hedgehog, who was ironically poking holes in the fabric of time itself. The hedgehog, wise beyond its needles, replied, "To laugh at shadows that don't know how to dance."
And so, in this dreamy satire, the rabbit learned that punctuality is less about clocks and more about the whimsical journey through fields of irony. Would you like to explore further? Follow the whisper or Read the fable.