O, pain and piano, even the most feculent frames of life can be cleared by a cheerful concerto playing peace into deserved ease.

Say, “Cheese-and-pomato soup, please!”

A calembour may be just a pun, but a pal of lore is just a bun! ; )

Then, those unicellular organisms who could only dream of such fantastic worlds in their wildest imaginations, found themselves, even if only for a moment of a moment, living as neuston—beloved cousins of the jellies, shrimp, bugs, and water weeds who, themselves, could never imagine such thinking—such sinking.

If a prodrome had preceded the news about kitty’s eyes turning opposite hues, as long as there was no health to lose, meds would be passed joy’s greys and blues.