We’ll all need to get it in our minds real quick that there is no moral to these stories.

And I think I’ll break my code and just tell you what happens.

Maybe… I mean I doubt you’ll ever read them.

But instead of a full synopsis, I’ll just tell you the ending. And if it’s a popular story, I’ll explain the differences.

Or maybe it’s too much work to explain the ending without also explaining the beginning…

Dammit.

The Tailor holds his breath and gets heavier. The end.

By the way, I don’t float. No matter how hard I try, my legs sink. I like to think that it’s because they’re so incredibly dense and muscular that they don’t have a choice.

But have you ever noticed that when your lungs are full of air, at least the top half of your body will float?

When I exhale though… to the bottom I go.

Too dense.