Unserious postmodern paintings.

The hyena had been retired from the circus after its laughter was deemed 'too sincere' by the new management. It found the…

The peafowl had spent three weeks calculating the optimal angle for its display, convinced that structural precision would finally attract a mate.…

The willet had been promoted three weeks ago, though no one remembered announcing it. It arrived each morning at 7:15, preened its…

The albatross had once flown thousands of miles over open ocean, guided by instinct and wind. Now it sat, neck craned, refreshing…

The manatee had been told, long ago, that it was special — a creature of grace and quiet wonder. It believed this…

The mayfly had lived exactly twenty-four hours, which, according to the pamphlet it had found tucked under the sugar bowl, was the…

The locust had been haunting the apartment for three weeks, not with screams or cold spots, but by refusing to die. It…

The crocodile had not eaten in seventeen years, not because it was full, but because it had forgotten how to hunger. The…

The bird had been glowing for three days. No one knew why. The vet said it wasn’t sick. The neighbor said it…

The hake had been legally distinct for exactly seventeen minutes when it realized no one was coming to claim it. It floated,…

The marabou had been told, long ago, that thoroughness was a virtue. It had taken this to mean that every loose thread…

The prinia had been told, by a passing sparrow who claimed to have read a pamphlet, that heroism resided not in grandeur…