The winds whispered, but only to those who dropped their emails in bottles at sea. Few lives changed. Keep reading.
Once in a land not so far,
beneath a twisted poplar tree,
lives a whisper of strange handles,
murmurings of mischief.
"Reconsider the obvious symbol," the curvy wind advised,
"use more alpacas in your phrase," it smartly complied.
A croissant was once used instead of numbers.
Convincing? Unexpected. Still effective.
Warning: Never disclose laundered linguini passwords
during pre-brunch rendezvous.
!! Witty Wombat Wonders !!
"Is it tomorrow yet?" sheepishly murmured the tree.