Arr, we followed that red herring because sphexish unfish always queue behind the god of the pod.

Now, forage fin-food’s daily gauntlet remains both unavailing and without porpoise.

If our social instincts seek an argy-bargy in lieu of a bid for squid, tumblies will miss a sating dish.

…*swimming*—some in circles…

Scarlet skipper returns to peg-legged Peter and plops into the dis-depthed guilded bowl.

“Nets are snipped? Then, one league east, let’s unpack, for dol-friends, this meaty-macky shoal.” ; )