How Solomon Donkey Saved the World Bob Livingston sat at his breakfast table, sipping coffee and watching the video feed from a security camera on the West Road out of the Donkey Hotel. Nothing much was happening, at least so far. Livingston glanced again at his newspaper, but his gaze soon returned to the video screen. Solomon Donkey looked in on his friend and guardian through the open kitchen window for some time, not without curiosity. It had been two weeks since Solomon’s return from Washington, DC. At the request of the American Secret Service, Solomon had traveled to the United States. The US President had lost the ability to understand human speech, but mysteriously could understand Donkeys. After they confirmed that Solomon could converse with the President, the kindly donkey thought that he would be able to help pass along instructions from the President’s advisors. At the last minute, the Vice President called it off...
Shells on a beach arranged to form a Prime Number that annoys lots of people: Shells on a beach arranged to form a different Prime Number that annoys dyslexic people: Shells arranged on a beach that used to form a prime number that annoyed people until someone else sorted them in descending order (Prime Factors 2 x 2 x 7 x 313): Shells arranged on a beach that used to form a prime number that annoyed people until someone else sorted them in ascending order because they feel that descending order is depressing (Prime Factors 2 x 2339): Shells arranged on a beach to form a number which would have annoyed people in 2016 if anyone had been paying attention (Prime factors 5 x 7 x 13 x 19): Shells arranged on a beach by someone who wanted Maxwell Smart to be the 47th President: This has nothing to do with Donald Trump, Mark Comey, Don Adams, or you. Anyone who thinks it's about them is just being shellfish....