They sat at the feet of gurus and ate and

They sat at the feet of gurus and ate and drank. They hope to share with many more when they have done eating and drinking. They paid for it, yet they will share freely to some.

Yes, the food trucks at the top of guru mountain did a good business this time of year, when the hungry pilgrims climbed the steep stairway to receive their wisdom.

Today the mountain guru said "The key to exercise is to do it rarely. If you do it often it doesn't hurt as much and therefore the gains are fewer." Ben the simpleton thought

and it made sense. No pain no gain, and more pain the less you exercise. So, go on kids!! be lazy!! eat all the potato chips you want, as long as you exercise at least once a year!

" said the sentient tumbleweed. The crowd that had gathered stared in shock. They knew it was only a matter of time before the youth would be completely corrupted.

Worried onlookers were on pins and needles as they waited and watched. The sentient tumbleweed sighed, and suddenly there was an eruption. Hairy panic was everywhere.

The hairballs fell from the sky like hail and landed on my coat. When I got home, my mum asked if I had a cat. I said no. Then a cat showed up looking for a home, and we had a cat.

But this cat was like no other cat. It seemed to match the mystery of the raining hairballs.

It was a black cat with mirrorshades who walked through many worlds at once, and so she did, and so it was.