The Princess of Snails in the garden behind the house numbered 273 on the avenue named Atlas declared that she required a Consort for the good of the species and its propagation thereof. A great proclamation was read to all the eligible bachelor snails that a great contest would be held to determine who was most worthy of the Princess’s affections.
As the Princess was a most delightful concoction of all that makes female snails wonderful,

a Christmas ghost story
It was Christmas time and the theatres were filled with audiences eager for pantomimes, romances, comedies. And the greats.
The Great Actor was sitting in his dressing room waiting for the start of the great play, King Lear. He was King Lear.
As he applied makeup to accentuate the wrinkles in his face, dusted his hair to make it even greyer, he thought, “I don’t need this make-up. Look how old I am.” He stared at his image before him.

a fable
There once was a village of well fed cannibals. The area they lived in had lots of food for everyone, from fruit to fish in the streams, good roots, seeds and nuts, and people to hunt. Originally, there had been a lot of people in the area.
As I said, this village of cannibals was well fed. A time came when there weren’t many people left to hunt. If people did move in, they lived in forts, had weapons and acted very fierce whenever the cannibals visited.
Some of the cannibals were hurt by that attitude.
“You try to be friends and see what happens!”
“It’s as if they don’t want to be eaten! And I have this new recipe I can’t wait to try out!”
Now that there were no people left to eat, the cannibals started to feel hungry. That’s when it began.

a fable
Two dogs who had never met before encountered each other in a small park in a very large city. The dogs were watched intently by two squirrels.
“Watch this,” said the first squirrel who was a real cut-up and wisenheimer, “I call this restaurant review.” The other squirrel watched closely.
“They’re sniffing each other’s butts,” he whispered.

A fable
Ant was a determined guy. When he went somewhere, he went to get things done. Where other ants went, he followed. If something needed picking up, he picked it up. Life was simple for ant. Except …
Sometimes Ant didn’t do anything for a reason. Sometimes, Ant looked at the sky. Specifically, Ant would look at the sky if Butterfly flew by.
“Butterfly is so beautiful, free to fly where she wants, I wish I could be like her,” sighed Ant. Ant didn’t know it, but he was in danger of falling in love.