Not everything means something. Some things do, of course. Like the enourmous leg we see every night in the sky. It replaced the moon recently and glows with a much more sinister tint. It must mean something.
There's also the broom came out of the ocean the other day. It is larger than our tallest buildings, speaks six languages and keeps trying to convince us that it's not here to take our women, while its bristles shake ever so slightly, dropping down a rain of small crabs, who immediately scatter around and disappear amidst our stuff. We suspect this must mean something.
Another thing that happened is the curious resurrection of our dead dogs. They all came back to life right after lunch yesterday. All the dogs that ever lived just started climbing out from their graves, and from inside the stomachs of people who ate them, and from within the dust they have long since become. And they grew back all their skin and necessary organs, and barked like mad for several hours, causing a worldwide headache before finally going off to remote mountain ranges to form a utopian community based on ancient fungus teachings that conveniently appeared on the underside of one of the yellow poodles' tongues.
And we realized several hours ago that all our cats were also invited to join the commune and rushed out in strange pyramidal structures, with some cats sitting on the shoulders of others - sometimes reaching the height of twenty cats leading up to the peak, taken usually by some Persian fatty. And when we saw these cat pyramids, we did think - yes, this might mean something!
But there is definitely one thing that may not mean anything at all. It is the mood my lady has been in lately. She's been looking at me as if we had some secret between us. But I think it may be just love in her eyes. She may be just a bit tired and that's all. I shouldn't think any more of it. Not everything means something...
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