Oh, our loungers’ backs may be shaped like a rebato, but they support a view that will ease with the breeze rather than take bark at the arc.

After you wag-then-zoom for this whizzed wish, I shall let you both fetch-and-shred this woolward beanie teeming with terrible itch.

Hedgehog hogs the hedge whilst hedge hugs the hedgehog—says your euphoric, European euphuism. ; )

Hibernation has reached its state of termination and as well has ended dreams’ epopee of streaming salmons under starlit skies after noons of honey buzzers and, so, now, it is time for new adventures after a morning’s epic pee. ; )

Oh, Ellie, some may call you a taupie, but I know you are just a dreamer and that having your head in the clouds makes you not bird-brained as much as it makes you—to us, your inspired family of believers—herd-gained. ; )