Lake’s swan craned its neck to hear—afar, down the nullah—a cute queue of ducklings as if down a rainy day’s water slide: “Quack-cheer!” “Quack-cheer!” “Quack-cheer!” ; )

Beware of catcalling student of cynology.

High in the skies, above blind eyes, a plan for clownage commences—as a face bright of alright is just now in sight for being painted, to tickles, quite white. ; )

Purrer found a purler in a peaceful perch upon which kitty a la curler can daydream through tales of tails, so shh your meows to softest mews if you, as well, adore her. ; )

Shelly dreams of a matrifocal milieu, where hatchlings follow her like imprinting ducks and the backs of Jacks serve plates of yum for each and every future turtle mum. ; )