Aristophanes considered himself to be a prime specimen of cymbal-playing monkey, every bit as good, if not better than that little show-off Charles William. Oh the scamp could keep time, there was no doubt about that, but what idiot couldn't with a internal winding mechanism? None of the other dimwit toys had managed to slip their surly clockwork shackles as he had, discovering a sublime asynchronicity that mirrored the beautiful chaos of life. It was with these thoughts that Aristophanes comforted himself, sitting at the bottom of the toy bin where he had been abandoned because he appeared broken. C-clink c-c-c-c-link c-c-link-k-k-k-k.

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It was cute when Uncle Monty did the “nibble your ears” thing with his alligator finger puppets when we were kids. Now that we’re in our thirties, it’s a little creepy.

It’s a key bowl, dad! Like to keep your keys in! I made it for you in pottery class! Morys, one of Zeus’ lesser-known sons, tried hard but everyone knew he wasn’t cut out for greatness. Hercules and Perseus steered clear, trying to avoid mediocrity by association, and Ares, who couldn’t stand his utterly mortal stench, was constantly hazing him. But he had heart, and Zeus appreciated that. As Lord of the Heavens and Tamer of Lightning, he obviously didn’t have any “keys” to put in it, but it was great for storing all the Golden Fleece and evil lion heads and whatnot his other sons brought him.

The advantage to having the world’s only set of invisible diamond jewelry, Clarice smiled to herself as she straightened a tiara only she could see, is that no one will ever think to steal them.

It's said that Cardinal Armand Perreault gorged himself on not one, but two ortolans as his last meal before he was executed for high crimes against the church. He smiled to himself, gluttony rounding out he last of his seven cardinal sins.

Folklore claims a tale composed with this typewriter will make its author illustriously famous as well as immeasurably wealthy—provided the scribe wholly avoids the letter “n.”

Ben still heard the drum, long after he had left the island. He heard it in his dreams, and in the strange trances into which he would fall, waking someplace different, covered in dirt and blood and with no idea where he had been.