Once upon a time, there was an odd, deformed idea. It had good roots. However, it was still malformed. The Thinker never thought it would ever come to anything.
Then the Thinker had another thought. There was nothing wrong with this particular thought. It was a well thought out thought and nothing wrong with it.
Despite the obvious difference in the ideas, the Thinker thought to combine them. During a long, severe process of different ways the thoughts could go, several little beings formed. They grew with the good idea. They were called plots. Some were good, some were bad, and some were in between. The Thinker had to pick one.
These plots are very special. They are also very fragile. They need nourishment and they require a lot of your time. If you don't spend a lot of time with your plot, your plot will run from you when you try to play with it.
*No bunnies were harmed in the making of this story. They were only aggravated.