Once upon a midnight dreary, a sandwich whispered its existential crisis to a passing zephyr. "Aren't I supposed to be between two slices of intrigue?" it lamented. The zephyr, taken aback, simply blew a raspberry.
Meanwhile, in a parallel universe where all clocks are made of cheese, the mice debated political reforms while wearing tiny monocles. "Equality for all crumbs!" they squeaked in unison, rallying behind their wedge of cheddar.
Ever wondered why umbrellas have trust issues? Because every time it tries to cover up, it gets rained on. That's why, in dreams, they often dance with the sun - a tango of timid shadows and flickering light.