Sort and chuck as they will, the humans’ abode is generally awash in paper. Bills, receipts, magazines, books, playbills, notes, wrappers. You name it, it piles up around here, on any available flat surface, recycle how they may.
Truly, I fear that someday one of the towering piles will topple over and bury my beloved Sigyn.
Still, the various cellulosic bits afford ample opportunity for small bits of mischief. Nothing major, just small nuisances to keep the mortals muddled.
For example, I think it’s funny to make the mail arrive looking as if the postman’s been noshing.
And the other day, I saw to it that the print registration on the grocery circular was off.
By Odin’s Crummy Depth Perception! At first, I planned to convince them that it was in 3D and that they needed special glasses. In the end, I pretended that it was perfectly clear and asked innocently when was the last time they had their eyesight checked.
Sometimes, though, one or another of the papery bits doesn’t make sense. This tag is from one of the human female’s recent extravagant purchases, a simple colored T-shirt.
Is that the size? Pet small? Great Frigga’s corset! I knew she was cheap, but I had no idea she was shopping at the pet store.