Plot

An enchanted dove met a devil near a pool of chilled chocolate pudding. The dove had not been enchanted for long and worried a lot about whether it was truly magical or if it was just deceiving itself. The devil wanted to jump into the pudding, but it had been trying to lose weight and decided that being "evil" required keeping itself from things it desired. The pudding was just pudding. Sometimes there is no end to a story, like this one. It would need a plot first, and the last time someone saw one of those around these parts, he was shot. But not because he saw a plot -- we don't give much credence to eyewitness testimony and he was mostly a nice guy -- but because he was part of one. Then it and he ended.