15.August.26

Cook’s captain caught the sea lawyer yet still biting back regarding query of din’s fish’s state that did lack.

For orders were to have sea lawyer grilled upon plate—three to skipper, one to each hand, and pair to first mate.

Saucy swab, though, was indeed no sea lawyer to fear; he was choice first course, ocean’s hors d’oeuvre, I hear. ; )

14.August.26

As Claire played pareidolia with the isles rather than the clouds [due to overcast], she found an earless bunny, a duckling, a pair of curling stones, a mermaid planting coral, and—unsurprisingly, since the whole game seemed to consist of convincing an image that was *not* one—a tanning derriere. And, of course, these cogitations counted themselves forth from the precipice upon which she pondered—the one formation she was not considering, but the one that was, ironically enough, most closely connected to her callipygian curiosity. ; )

13.August.26

“Hey! That is a ruff call and so not at all true! And, stop enticing me to hell with my fave chew!”

“Corgis are ones of character contumacious; we shibas hold personalities sequacious.”

“But, we are also in touch with our feline side, hence into the wet we can just never abide.”

“Let me *lead you* back to the terrestrial park, where sunny walks sans balks win an approving bark.” ; )