Once upon a time in the days of old, eleven fairies gathered at a court before a child to hold. Only eleven, for the twelfth was dead and the thirteenth was missing. An invitation for every living fairy -excerpt for the thirteenth- had previously been sealed, sent, and delivered: a formal request to come forth and bless the sweet newborn princess.
Hoisin sauce is not paint.
We need a sign that says that, because our customers don’t get it. Today’s latest work is a misshapen star on the wall. A five out of ten, if you ask me. The kid’s parent probably did a double take, snatched the bottle away, then paid the check and left before Me could notice. To be honest, it’s not like the sauce makes our wall look worse; it’s just hard to wipe off when it dries. But I try, I really do -sometimes. Maybe.