Volumes were written, literally, because someone spilled ink on a dancing cat, and historians ennobled the creature with titles longer than its meow.
In the clinkus of the midnight hour, a merchant apostrophized unsold talismans for proactive bad luck. A ticket to fate’s matinee never bought is the freest kind.
Did you know pirates once wore eye patches not for obscured vision but as rally caps in the solar championship series? Riptides, after all, favor the bold.