одеяло приняли за больного тюленя, раненая ворона оказалась черной сумкой, в парике кто-то увидел травмированную птицу, а сосновую шишку однажды посчитали ежом https://lenta.ru/news/2016/07/01/notalive/
Он думал — перед ним Жираф, / Играющий в лото; / Протер глаза, а перед ним — / На Вешалке Пальто. / «Нигде на свете, — он вздохнул, — / Не ждет меня никто!» ‎· я допускаю разные вещи
I stared at it in complete and absolute horror. My mind refused to believe it. I was dumbfounded. I could not even articulate a word. Never in my whole existence had I witnessed anything of that nature. Something inconceivable was there in front of my very eyes. I wanted don Juan to explain that incredible animal but I could only mumble to him. He was staring at me. I glanced at him and glanced at the animal, and then something in me arranged the world and I knew at once what the animal was. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was a large branch of a bush. It had been burnt, and possibly the wind had blown some burnt debris which got caught in the dry branch and thus gave the appearance of a large bulging round animal. The color of the burnt debris made it look light brown in contrast with the green vegetation. ‎· Дошутитель из Бомбея
Ibid. What you've done is no triumph," he said. "You've wasted a beautiful power; a power that blew life into that dry twig." He said that a real triumph would have been for me to let go, and to follow the power until the world had ceased to exist. ‎· Дошутитель из Бомбея
Шуба и дубленка делают ребенка ‎· Julia Dream