Improbable scenarios

[Jack Flanders]

Originally Posted by Brynn

They are going to take the mini-horse show circuit by storm. One way this husband and wife team from Michigan will do it is by introducing live music. As their perfectly-groomed palomino mini-horse bucks and cavorts around the show ring, they will wow onlookers with their authentically-sequined western clothing. In a radical departure from tradition, he plays his guitar and sings "Wildfire" as she chases the horse around in an interpretive dance. She will have on a cordless headset mic, and between breaths will join him in the chorus:
"She ran callin' "Wiiiiiiiiiiiiilfire!" She ran callin' "Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildfire!" She ran callin' "Wiyiyayiyayiyildfiiiiiii-errrrrrrrr!" All they need is a wind machine.

But unfortunately, the mini-horse she named Wildfire busted down his stall door because another mini-horse named Cecelia in a nearby stall from Wisconsin was ready for it. Wildfire was gone but very happy as was Cecelia after they made a break for it to Canada. The husband and wife team from the northern regions of Michigan decided to change their plans.

[Anna]

Originally Posted by Jack Flanders

But unfortunately, the mini-horse she named Wildfire busted down his stall door because another mini-horse named Cecelia in a nearby stall from Wisconsin was ready for it. Wildfire was gone but very happy as was Cecelia after they made a break for it to Canada. The husband and wife team from the northern regions of Michigan decided to change their plans.

they packed up their belongings, jumped on a train and moved to Chicago; where he took up bookkeeping for the mob and she decoupage. Wildfire and Cecelia headed north through Ontario, but Cecelia's arthritis started to kick in. Wildfire decided right then they should follow the sun so Cecelia hopped on his back and they galloped westward towards the Great Pacific Northwest.

[Brynn]

Meanwhile, on an island in the Philipines, a man in the midday sun marketplace reached for a piece of breadfruit. In between the time he began moving his hand forward, and the instant that he touched the breadfruit, he became acutely aware that he had gone back exactly thirteen days to the time when he had been there last. it had been late in the day, and the breadfruit he was now taking from the pile was the one that he would be stealing in a matter of moments. He glanced at the setting sun and realized that if he changed course before it was too late, he would be able to get back to his present time.
However, he decided once more to take the breadfruit without paying to see what would happen if he were forced to live the next thirteen days over again.

[Brynn]

In an otherwise impeccable home, the moldy vase of dead dahlias languished alone on the mantel untouched for the next 27 months.