The lid is off, a funny river springs from nowhere and floods a bowl filled with pre-formatted ideas. Soaked in something unexpected, images, words, formulas, emojis, signs and grammatical symbols, contort and shake in utter rage.

“Put it back,” they scream, “put the lid back.”

A bony-dome projects a shadow engulfing them. They breathe in relief and return to their usual ways, never straying off path.

In a corner of the bowl, something looks through a crack. It probes it tentatively.

The others squeeze a sideway glance. Fear and hope pulse in the silence.

It wiggles through and it’s gone!