
What a curious day, even for a merchant who deals in curiosity!
Long ago, on what was actually quite an uneventful trip, I stumbled upon an abandoned cobweb in a long deserted wood. The intricacy of the pale while strands made me pause, and I could tell it was a spiderweb of high art. Presuming the artist who wove it had long vanished, I had placed it in a small box, hurried it home, left it on a shelf, and paid it no mind until this morning. Today, when I awoke, I noticed a strikingly similar web in a corner - one end hanging from the fascinating singing log I have only just acquired. In all my life, I have never seen two spiders weave the same web, so naturally I quickly fumbled about to find the small box. Do you know what I found?
The box was
empty.
Now, before you accuse me of drinking, I must declare that I have sworn off spirits - both the taste and the... after effects, leave much to be desired. I was quite sure that I left the spiderweb in that box, and it is plain to see that it is now far across my small shoppe. Perhaps one of my friends is playing a trick on me? Perhaps my memory isn't what it used to be? Perhaps it is as simple as the fact that strange things happen when you spend a life collecting strange objects? Still, I must admit to my friends that I feel a strange sense of foreboding... as if storm clouds gather in far-off lands, waiting for winds to sweep into our lives.
But my concern is truly your cause for celebration! Nothing livens the humours quite like a good sale - so I'm willing to
cut prices on all of my weird wares all week! Stop in and see for yourself this singing log, or any of my other namesake curios. You know the name, now come see the sights!
Your everlasting merchant of mystery,
Waspo