MysteryIndex

He didn’t account for their level of hungriness? Nobody knows why it stopped being effective.

Being popular is tough sometimes: dragons and dungeons don’t handle rejection with introspection like they should.

As they returned to their ships, with their ill-gotten humbugs, a few parting grumbles about younger generations were offered as parting shots. They were never seen again.

He just wanted his parents to see him succeed but it was never to be...

The mutual feeling of self-negation was the first hint they had that there was something strange going on.

Seriously... where did it go?

Her cousin was a claim jumper and she may have taken the wrong lessons from their recent correspondence. 

Is he a kid in a costume? Is he an imp of inappropriate levity? These questions have answers.

Sometimes the solution is just a kind word.

Was it the bucket or the pig? No one talks about the hat.

There’s a direct reference in here to one of my favorite victorian painters: Tissot.

Art imitates life. Life misses hanging out on a beach with turtles.

To this day their identity is unknown...

Last bonus quote. This is probably an easy one to guess :)

Put them in water, I suppose?

“...instead of theories to suit facts.”

Move in if you want but I can’t promise there won’t be bird-centric features.