Foster sat down to a plate of Belgian waffles, expecting that day to proceed as any other, and then a rhinoceros flew through his window. There was no particular rhyme or reason, all three and a half tons of it simply barreled through Foster’s picture window and proceeded to destroy his kitchen. The rhino turned its attention to Foster, grunted, then chased him down the hall, up the stairs and into his bedroom. Displaying an unusual amount of athletic prowess, Foster vaulted to the top of his wardrobe and mulled over his current predicament.

“I’m not scared,” he decided. “This is far too outrageous to be frightening."

Foster was, however, somewhat annoyed. “I haven’t even finished my breakfast and now I’m being held hostage in my own bedroom by a rhinoceros. I’ll have to hurry if I want to catch the bus in time for work.”

Foster decided that this was without a doubt, the strangest Tuesday he’d experienced in over a month.

To prove that point, a brightly colored bird then flew through the window .