Your Mother walks nonechalantly by a city plaza, whilst holding a very good and warm styrofoam cup of coffee. The air itself is fragant of that smell, and induces in her a desire to simply sit down and contemplate. She takes a seat on the edge of a marvelous angel fountain, and finishes her coffee. After crumbling the styrofoam cup into an almost irrecognisable shape, she takes out twenty-five pence, and flings the coin unto the fountain, wishing for wealth and good meals to come.

Just as the coin hits the floor of the fountain, a giant seahorse arises from the water, and swallows your mother alive, whilst you and the whole crowd gaze in shocking horror.

WHY?? WHYYY?? you tear your lungs in a desperate and almost ravaged cry, looking into the cloudy afternoon sky. While reasons abound as stars inhabit the universe, the only sensical explanation is, of course, 42.