Once upon a time there were two-hundred stories. They lived on a
magical island called The Internet. The Internet was a vast country in
which many stories could live comfortably. And yet they did not. Every
day stories called out who they were, trying to save each other with
their identities. Every day other stories could not find their way
through the surrounding seas. Then one day The Internet flooded, and
there was room for only fifty stories on a little boat called Wigleaf.
There were other boats, and the monster guarding Wigleaf wanted to take
more than fifty, but regulations are a part of any flood. He chose the
stories he believed needed to stay together, stories he believed would
keep him and each other alive. The stories were heavy, full of a
survivor's weight, full of life, and they called to each other with
pleasure and belonging as the boat sank slowly beneath the waters which
were now everywhere.