Well, certainly, those science peeps can fawn all over their scintillators as long as their means of ionizing radiation do not turn limp—while I, a much more elegant fry, will become scintillating—without fail—just by eating three squares a day of simple shrimp.

Starfish—prudhomme as a sentry willing to lose, in the very least, a limb or few—will warn its reef mates if it espies any kind of polluting—crew or goo.

Meow, the acescent mood has been drawn away by the most feline gift of all: categorical kindness. ; )

Then, there is the orbit of orbity, which passes obsoletion around the belt of literacy upon kitty.

Concealing constriction confirms condignity.