Fate walks among us, thought William Brown, as a large inflatable moose billowed down the street toward him. William Brown was an odd man who constantly fought to get even, having left the insurance business after it had rejected his innovation of actuarial coasters.
REWARD said the sign, just above the illustration of Melvin Korblish and the notion DEAD OR ALIVE. A terrible likeness, thought Melvin Korblish, and he drew a mustache on it. There, that's more like it. Gives me a more obscure look.
On the morning of July 7th, 1998, near a wishing well in the seaside resort of Garth Fumby, New Zealand, three ounces of crumbly red earth simply rose up and ascended into the sky. It may have been a dire portent; alas, no one was there to see it.
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