Deer, if you even think about harnessing me to that whirlicote, I will buck you so doe-ray-me-far from here that my antlers will shed and regrow to their current size plus a quarter of a horse before you are even back on your trembling feet.

Some persons claim to be heavy sleepers, but I may be the only one in the world who could snore through the clamorous pandemonium of a New-Year’s-Eve party popping with fireworks wrapped in explodium.

Would duplicated keys’ second attempt to catch obreptitious two-timers turn toward another fail or would finagling finally be found?

Bon voyage, dearest kitty, who will need to adapt cat taps to a mode of marconism from their usual biscuit-making manoeuvres if wishes to share licks and waves expects returns of mews and faves. ; )

As I closed in with my calls, it was not until I noticed her sea sips were not only intermittent but, as well, in arbitrary places, that I realised she was intently out-sniffing, for her lapping licks, ocean’s coruscant reflections of sky’s celestials.