EVERY DAY IS JUST LIKE THE REST – UNLESS YOUR NAME IS TUESDAY, AND THIS IS THE WEEKEND…THEN YOU MAY HAVE A CHANCE.
On one world, all creatures are born with a compass. In one species, the compass ultimately begins to speak. This group reigns supreme; they not only know-where-to-go, but can talk about how they know as they go.
An interesting aspect of this is that they are incorrect in what they say, yet this has no detrimental effect. Indeed, it appears to play a major role in their astounding success. (Can you spell: “I don’t understand that at all.”)
In one galaxy, unruly words are forced to eat one another, and according to their Postmaster, the verbal population will soon be wiped out entirely. (Can you spell: “How do I get there?”)
In one land, vehicles with the potential to run will not do so without fuel, but certain of them are so specialized that they must produce their own. (Actually it’s more like, “make up their own”…if you catch the drift. And by the way, can you spell, “Help! I am trapped in a blizzard, and am white-blind, and thus cannot find my way out.” And the always nearby dog noted, “The reason is that you keep focusing on the snow, and not your sight.” Without a skier finally realize this, it is: “H.B.L.F.” time on the slopes, “He Be Lost Forever.”)