The Inquisitive Billiard Ball and the Time-Bouncing Pogo Stick

Welcome to "Absurd Short Stories," where reality takes a sharp left turn into the uncanny and hilariously bizarre. Today, we're diving into the perplexing tale of a billiard ball and its illogical interaction with a pogo stick that refuses to obey the laws of time.

In a little-known town named Sidepocket, nestled snugly within the groves of Forget Me Not Woods, there was a snooker hall unlike any other. Here, tucked on a dusty shelf lay Beta, an inquisitive billiard ball. Blessed, or perhaps cursed, with unfulfilled curiosity, Beta spent its days dreaming of something more than endlessly colliding into other balls. Beta longed to bounce, fly, and defy gravity, just like those lively children Beta watched through the window across the street.

“I want to defy gravity and enjoy the thrill of the bounce!” Beta announced one evening to its fellow billiard balls, which lined up tidily in the holder.

Alpha, a particularly grumpy black ball, snorted dismissively, “Dreams, Beta, just dreams. We’re balls; we roll, we knock into other balls, and that’s our lot in life. Just accept it.”

But Beta couldn’t. That very night, as the clock’s hands inched towards the witching hour, Beta’s wish was inexplicably granted. There on the table, from seemingly nowhere, appeared a pogo stick gyrating with a bizarre energy that hummed like a bee caught in a wind tunnel.

“I’m here to make your dreams come true!” buzzed the pogo stick, its silvery springs coiling like snakes ready to strike.

“Who—or what—are you?” Beta asked, quivering slightly.

“I’m Polly, the time-bouncing pogo stick! Just latch onto my spring, and we’ll rule the skies!” the pogo stick chirped enthusiastically.

Determined to break the chains of billiard ball monotony, Beta rolled over and placed its snug fit atop Polly's surprisingly accommodating spring. With a metallic twang, Polly boinged them both upward in a majestic arc, cutting through the club's ceiling with a temporal ripple.

The pair tumbled, twisted, and somersaulted through timelines unheard of, passing by bewildered Velociraptors sketching cave art, catching glimpses of futuristic flying cars in gelatinous traffic jams, and narrowly avoiding bumping into Newton mid-discovery.

“Mind the apples!” Polly giggled as they soared past Sir Isaac himself.

After what seemed like moments and millennia, they found themselves back atop the green baize table. All present billiard balls silent with stunned awe.

“I flew! I bounced! I…” Beta exclaimed breathlessly as it rolled back into its original spot. But not just any spot; no, Beta had landed in the snooker hall's winning pocket.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming, Alpha?” Beta cheerfully declared, now a celebrated hero among mere rolling mortals.

And with that, Beta’s adventure subtly refused to fade into legend. For every night henceforth, as the clock struck twelve, the snooker hall whispered with stories of bouncing billiard balls and pogo sticks that defied time. Who knew curiosity could have such a literal spring in its step?