The cat decided it was Wednesday, though calendars had long since abandoned their duty. Ivy whispered secrets to the sun, and in return, the clouds knitted stories in shapes only the wind could decipher. Radio waves danced like forgotten memories on a frequency just beyond the reach of conscious thought.
Once, an orange ran a marathon to prove its zest, but the finish line was lost to bureaucracy, tangled in red tape and orange peels. Elephants have no need for shoes, yet they tap-dance through puddles, causing ripples in time that tremble with the laughter of forgotten gods.
The telephone rings, but nobody answers; it's the call of the ancient fig tree, asking for its roots to be remembered. Stars blink in Morse code, sending messages to the uninvited guests of Wednesday. Meanwhile, a purple umbrella dreams of flying.