Signs of the Times

This morning the last few remaining Corn Bursts in my cereal bowl formed themselves into a distinct image. It was not just the random shapes formed by the surface tension of milk, but a truly significant image that held a powerful message for me and all those would see it. Of course I was the only one who did see it, no one else in the house being awake at the hour that I eat breakfast. What that image would foretell about my day could not have been imagined until all the great accomplishments were finished and I had time to reflect back on the true meaning of what I had seen and done.
The image was that of a llama. Or possibly an alpaca. But it was obviously a woolly Andean pack animal. And it was walking along the perimeter of my cereal bowl. Not walking upright mind you, but walking as if the bowl were a large hamster wheel, or llama wheel, turned on its side in the normal manner of cereal bowls so as to not dump milk and cereal onto my pants or the floor.
The great events that occurred as predicted by the llama are too many to list here, but they included being randomly selected for drug screening and having to pee while someone watched, and someone buying me an orange soda for showing him how to use Power Point to animate objects.
So there you have it. Feel free to start up your own religion based on the sighting of the walking llama. I only ask that you send a meager 8% of all profits and royalties to the political campaign of Bog Marti.
Bog Marti, Republicrat for Office. - Supported by millions of woolly Andean pack animals and you.