It’s been a hard winter so far, and it’s only December. There have been terrible scenes of starling-related violence outside, and all kinds of species are turning on each other. But poking around, completely unchallenged, is one tiny blue tit. Maybe he’s too small, and none of the other birds see him as a threat.
Close your eyes, focus your mind, and make a wish.
Very long hair is like always having a kite on a windy day.
Mother warned that if I didn’t stop washing my hands, they’d swim away.
Now all I need is matching shoes.
There once was a magpie who felt guilty for bringing everyone who saw him bad luck. One day he came across a balloon bird floating through the sky, escaping from some child’s hand. It was just his size, and just his colour, so he tied it to his wing, and ever since then, when anyone sees him, they say ”two for joy!“ instead of “one for sorrow.”
I think that snake is planning to eat you.
Emo scarecrow knows it is pointless to resist the dark forces.
If you are ever lucky enough to get a free wish, remember to be really, really specific about what you want.
Well, I know some people say it’s cruel, but darling, feel the leather. Isn’t it divine?