Now, this would be the most predictable thing to do.
I could say it’s name was Nemo (it’s not), and describe how Nemo explores new worlds he never knew and maybe talk about a funny encounter with a starfish or a whale or whatever sea animal, post a picture of what I was writing about (the bird in the submarine), and win an award for the dullest idea in a blog. Instant fame.
Trying to avoid to be that boring, I asked Ulisses (that’s his real name) about some adventure he might have had in his submarine. Now Ulisses is not much of a storyteller, all he said was how nice it was to get away from the constant twittering and how he disliked sea animals and that worms weren’t what they used to be in the old days. He also suggested I could write a post about him in my blog. Nice idea, I said and – for a second or two – considered to post a chicken soup recipe instead.
So I decided to write a story about a yeti wandering around the streets of some middlesized european town on a midsummer night trying to buy crushed ice with an expired credit card and illustrate it with a picture of Ulisses in his vessel. This seemed like a less predictable approach, but the yeti was offended (I had to promise to write about him later on, no credit cards involved), and so was Ulisses, who claimed he wasn’t inferior to a yeti and accused me of hating birds out of mammalocentrism (whatever that means).
I give up.
Here is the picture:
|a bird in a submarine!|