For a librarian’s cupped hands may separate noble books from basic ones [for ease of discovery], but, unlike a cupel’s handling, the elements of upper shelves set as preciously as those remaining in lower lands.

Toolpusher of rigs oily on tap dreams of cool-pulling clean sheets for the bit known as ‘deep nap’.

Why pup tramontane, you are neither a Great Dane nor a Saint Bernard bearing warmthful mane, but you are still a welcome guest of this plain, so follow me down this merry lane. ; )

Look, Lassie, the far end of the forest is flickering in fantastically flammivomous features, so would you mind going for help just a *tad* faster than a trot from the hot?

Lepidoptera does alight where it is right—and sunnily bright, on a bed of red, where other pollinators, whether green with envy or blue due to shoo, bother not the butterfly with tritanomaly, who senses only that which is sweet enough to tickle its proboscis pink. ; )