Creator Notes

Little did Bruno know, that particular key on Flynn’s toy piano was in fact the universe’s History Eraser Button.  Fortunately, the universe automatically restarts upon erasure with only minimal differences between the original and new universe, so no one knew what had just taken place.

Knowing this, it is easy to guess that the universe has started over every time Flynn has hit that key as well.  This makes Flynn responsible for an uncountable number of small changes to the universe, including:

• The number of leaves a clover must have to be lucky (thankfully, it was recently swapped back to four after a brief stint as 3,217)
• How much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood
• The type of symmetry used in the formation of snowflakes (pentagonal instead of the original hexagonal)
• The number pebbles on the coasts of Barthely
• The number of peacocks owned by a certain Endoran noble
• The disappearance and reappearance of piebald coats on bovines

The only person to have gotten scent of the toy piano’s magical properties is one of Flynn’s distant cousins, Wyclef Trike.  Having been hired to assassinate his cousin by a rival politician, Wyclef Trike snuck into our hero’s bed chambers one night with a supply of throwing daggers.  As Flynn tickled the toy piano’s keys, Wyclef deftly positioned himself in a place that gave him a clear view of his target, and flung one of his prepared daggers.  Flynn tapped that special key, and the weapon destined to end his life suddenly changed into a Prussian blue rubber duckie.  Wyclef, having realized that all he had on him were Prussian blue rubber duckies, quietly made his escape as Flynn puzzled over the strange bath toy that had just thumped him in the back.

Though the universe had been changed so that the Prussian blue rubber duckies had ALWAYS been Prussian blue rubber duckies, Wyclef would for the rest of his days have a nagging feeling that the Prussian blue rubber duckies had in fact once been something else.  After all, what’s the sense in not bringing weapons to an assassination?  His mind’s misalignment with the rest of the universe eventually drove him mad.  He currently lives as an eccentric in a hut along Misin’s northern coast, where he sells driftwood for a fair price.

This has been a presentation of Amy’s Completely Made-Up Bits o’ Lore.