There’s a jar of dice on the table, organised in layers by colour. I’d say there’s about 100 in there. Thats a lot of combinations. A lot of improbable things sit bottled up in that container.

In the kitchen the cat moans a meow. She won’t eat her biscuits. Not good enough for her I guess. She wants fresh, juicy, chicken. Go out and get one then, I think. I glance back at the jar, take out three dice, and roll them. The cat ceases her mewing, strolls over and jumps up onto the table, surveying my ⚀ ⚄ ⚅ with a gentle purr.

“Well that was unlikely”, she says.