Once upon a time there was a wolf. Yes a wolf. And it had... it had a hat? It wore the hat but the hat was actually the wolf's face and would scream to the heavens. Howlooooo it would say, desperate for the sweet release of a freshly salted eel.
The world despised the wolf; it was an abomination against everything newfound and nice. It had to be burned.
As the world set ablaze the land surrounding the wolf, a giant axolotl sprayed water on the earth made fire. It's judgement was from the sun and it had decided that the wolf may be an abomination against everything newfound and nice but it stood for a metaphor about personification. Therefore burning it would create impurity throughout the solar system and change the artificial order of things.
As the axolotl left, the disciple of the great grand luxurious flower pot, window curtain majestically flowed down on top of the wolf. The curtain elegantly tied itself around the neck of the wolf and slowly petted it while choking it out. The curtain and the flower pot had both decided to agree on the worlds decision to burn the wolf and get they couldn't subject the world to a slow burn; so they will choke him out.
As the wolf was being choked by a cosmic being, it realized, it's hat was actually a hat and not his face.
