Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall flowers when she came around a corner and saw a fox standing on its hind legs with a telescope held up to its eye. On nearby stump lay a chart of some sort on which the fox intermittently made notes.
"Howdy, Mr. Fox!"
"Hello, Etwas."
"Watcha doin'?"
"Checking the stars."
"For what?
"For signs."
"You mean like wolf tracks?"
"Like portents and omens."
"Portents and omens?"
"Evidence of that which hasn't happened yet but will. Important things!," the fox growled. "I look to the stars for clarity."
"Keep looking," the Elf suggested as she cast her gaze to the sky.
And ever since then, Etwas believes that for every chart there must be a dictionary.
"Howdy, Mr. Fox!"
"Hello, Etwas."
"Watcha doin'?"
"Checking the stars."
"For what?
"For signs."
"You mean like wolf tracks?"
"Like portents and omens."
"Portents and omens?"
"Evidence of that which hasn't happened yet but will. Important things!," the fox growled. "I look to the stars for clarity."
"Keep looking," the Elf suggested as she cast her gaze to the sky.
And ever since then, Etwas believes that for every chart there must be a dictionary.
Webster's?
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