Thursday

It is Thursday.

The Fool steps out through his doorway. As always, the Sun greets him. "Hello hello! Where do you go this day?"

The Fool replies, as always, "Old Sun, you know where everyone goes unless they hide from you. And I am not one for hiding!"

"Do you know you are a very repetitive Fool? You are supposed to be random and a little silly, if you really want to know," replies the Sun, looking slightly inflamed and heated.

The Fool laughs. He looks down the hill on which he stands. "But I am a Fool! Even as a Fool, it is possible for me to fail. And you know something? You should ask who has been changing the script everyday."

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It is Friday now.