At precisely the wrong time, a cloud-shaped like a walrus decided to take up knitting.
It wasn’t
very good at it, but it insisted on creating scarves for the moon, which already had three but
politely accepted more. The moon wore them during lunar eclipses to avoid being caught without
a fashion statement.
Meanwhile, a pineapple that had grown tired of tropical fruit life started a rock band called The
Spiky Truth. Their first hit single, “Coconut No More,” soared to the top of the jellybean charts,
though it was widely considered too avant-garde for public radio. Their drummer, a toaster,
occasionally forgot its purpose and started making toast mid-performance, leading to a series of
unfortunate burnt solos.
In a field of dandelions with an attitude, a hedgehog named Gerald led a protest against the
concept of “sharp.” “Why must we always be pokey?” he asked, holding a banner that read
“Softness for All!” Nearby, a tumbleweed wearing sunglasses rolled by, nodding in solidarity but
also slightly confused by the protest’s message.
A chair, newly self-aware, organized a seminar on “How to Sit With Your Feelings.” It was well
attended by several pillows, a couple of yoga mats, and one particularly introspective ottoman.
Everyone agreed that, while sitting was important, sometimes standing in the corner and
questioning existence was equally valid.