Happy New Year

A new file will be downloaded, while the spherical machine is spinning around the Sun at one revolution per year. This is hyper slow relative to a solid-state drive, but slower is better.

But the fern sprouts just cannot wait that slow, they have been in love, and are kissing, and are going to get married, in this festive season.

The green little plant is emerging and arising, along which benchmarks will be made and stories of multi-altitudes can be told, and hence a funny blog is always available.

A new file belongs to the Year of the Horse is readily written, though no one is competent to read it minutes or seconds ahead, it is full of wishes.

(Lunar New Year falls on 31st of Jan. Happy New Year).

They Were Original

The ferns were very original, and were no other than ferns, because I was very normal this morning, though they seemed to be wary and skeptical of my presence.

They continued to be truly themselves the moment I moved away.

They rarely escaped from being victimized by my weird way of thinking, but at least not for this time, because I was very normal this morning, but they did not know.

"What a relief! The old man has left us." I began to hear the gossip behind me, which usually took place after pressure was released.

Foxy

When I looked back, to my surprise, the fern frond had changed into a stranger behind me. I never talked bad about it before that, we had just a minor disagreement.

It grew a pair of relatively small and triangular ears, and a long but narrow muzzle; it raised its head, the eyes that showed signs of hatred never moved away from me, and the short brown fur did not look friendly either.

The fern frond was very foxy indeed.

What a cartoon-like behavior, and it was definitely too early to be a werewolf in daylight. I shall surely laugh if a green Hulk was transformed, but what's actually in my mind was Pluto's Devil that had instigated some evil actions, and was now pushing very hard in order for the frond to put them into action.

What a cartoon-like behavior!

I walked away without a second thought, and met many Pluto's Angels on my way downhill.

"When we lose the right to be different, we lose the right to be free." The fern frond had to know that.