"...when I was that age, my dad made me a pair of stilts..."
Luxury! MY dad only made one stilt, and I had to share it with my 12 brothers. We used to dream of actually owning an entire pair someday, like the wealthy muckity-mucks on the other side of the tracks did.

"Tasters who sampled the sausage said that they tasted just like regular fuet..."

Wonder if those survey taste-testers knew what they were REALLY eating.

Maybe the parents didn't come back, and that's how he met Robin.

Also, a courtesy flush is customary on taco Tuesdays.

You spoonerized the king's initials, Seon.

But if Fenrir sees his shadow, he'll go back into his umlaut-laden prison, the world won't end and there will be 1200 more years to wait. And more Thor movies in the meantime.

Maybe this is where Amish paradise really is!

(note: this is a reference to the Weird Al song, not a mockery of the religious beliefs of any Amish folks who might be reading these comments online.)

I don't see any street signs or house numbers. Don't need them. Just address your mail to "the blue house" or "the orange house".

It's the same logic behind why I don't wear a helmet on my motorcycle. I've got a high incentive to pay attention and be cautious when I know there's nothing protecting me in a fall.
I also don't believe in gun safeties. Or Beano before going to church.

At least they aren't farting.