His inadequate fairy

Her umbrella was a joke, but her jokes were an umbrella

Not so inadequate after all

They all emphatically deny

Bringing arms to the party

Preparation

"I'll be ready to roll in just a minute"

You can travel to a pink desert

They'll still ask you about the man in your backpack

On Tuesday

He swapped his misanthropy for mild discontent

Talking clouds

Are generally soft spoken and fond of punctuation

Please come back

"Your gown doesn't really remind me of a tent"

Paradux

They called him Duck Lite, yet he only appeared at dusk

 

Gas to solid

Even the insubstantial want to be somebody different

Building a chair

A collaboration missing two legs

After the seance

They couldn't let all that ectoplasm go to waste

Problems of a leaf lady

1. Wind 

2. Lack of steering

3. Quite a lot of rustling

Do cats chrochet?

Of course not! They buy online

Sigh, pause, then

Thanks for coming. Have a nice day

A little listen

Goes a long way

Her spot collection

Nothing else really matters

The down is upside world

As driftwood, you begin to think more philosophically 

Other selfies

An unscientific look at alter ego

She quite likes him

If only he weren't so shiny

Would you mind explaining

These buds?

Single brick

Inadequate windows

Under the tarmac

The consultation continued in earnest

They wait

They will still be waiting tomorrow

The closer you look

The further you see

Narrow cats

"You cats are so narrow. You ought to broaden your tastes a bit"

Raised by gymnasts

Groomed by birds

No focal point

But they prefer to call it 'balance'

Onion rings

Don't let them escape

An advertisement

Wanted: New Tear Catcher, must have dry hands
and own earplugs

Billow

Release it, enjoy it, roll it into a tiny ball and do it again

Her parting words

"We'll see, won't we?"

Light

She also lights up the daytime

Hole among the poles

He could have been home, having dinner by the fire, but instead...

Between here and here

Something seems to have gone wrong

A pedestrian matter

Some know this as wishful thinking

The carpet has ideas

The council has none

Fab in the lab

Where still chemists run deep

It was at this point

That we realised we were travelling through the land of farce

A mislaid face

And a clear head

Not highbrow

Flybrow

Tall and wiry

And literal

Mystery and coincidence

And seafood

Motor

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Nobody but nobody

"Nobody wants to be an individual anymore."
"Cat Man does"

Welcome to my vortex

It's the little black one, actually

Rockpool

Bump into anybody interesting today?

So, tell me

Who was that clothing I saw you with last night?

Non historical

When re-enactment costumes miss their mark

Blast off

Said the baby. She always felt wistful about space travel

These are the clowns

That live in the house that trees built