Ryan leaned in, raised his hand to his brow

Ryan leaned in, raised his hand to his brow to block out the daylight and squinted through the tiny porthole in the door. As his eyes adjusted, the shape of a

door-to-door salesangel approached. Ryan had hoped there would be none in heaven, but no such luck. He courteously opened the door. "Hi," said the angel. "Rent-A-Harp is offering

em, no discordant tones in our shop please". He winked at me. "I was going to say: What?The FOot pedals look like they're from a Harley." The salesangel struck a string & the harp

lager bottle tipped over, filling a tumbler which came down on a seesaw which released a mouse trap, that snapped shut, lifting a door where a mongoose ran down a chute and grabbed

a quail egg sitting on a lever, which lifted and sent a Matchbox car crashing into dominoes that fell down and pressed a button, inflating a balloon whose string pulled a magnet

which pulled down another lever which turned the cog which rotated the gyro-gizmo. With a plop, the egg fell into the boiling water and after 4 minutes a net scooped it out and int

o a metal strainer in a pan filled with cool water, where it lay patiently. Soon tiny robot hands reached out, lifted, and tipped the egg, only to tilt and tap it on the side of

polished granite kitchen benchtop, precisely cracking the shell into equal halves. The tiny robots deposited the contents of the egg into a small glass bowl and processed the egg s

alad to perfection. The robots then served me the special egg salad with a buttery croissant on a fine china plate & a cup of tea. Are you surprised this story ended so nicely?