Sans trees on which to alight, tern turns toward a turbary, which, though not of usual consideration, provides an unanticipatedly ideal place for restful refueling. ; )

Within Nick’s dreams dearest deer are upheld upon pedestals regarding forfoughten feats not forgotten—for they not only carry burdens that both weigh and sleigh, whilst also accompanying Christmas crises with steady course, but, perhaps most importantly, their pitter-patters towards pressing matters uplift others with joys and toys in the manner of noblest poise. ; )

Heart-warmed by simplicity of a place that provides space to *live*, heart-scald accompanying denizen’s return from outside’s burning bustle transforms, id est transposes, into a more palatable form—from placed fires to coziness of…home. ; )

Well, dear pup, this is a place to be free—from each of the sack of mailman and the snack of drysalter and the back of barker. For when you wander as a pack of one, not dependent on those you pass in run, you will create your own state of most fine that shares dogged strength through coat’s cosmic shine. ; )

Hide your legs, dear camo-frog, from envious eyes out for a look—for you want not to skinny dip in agrodolce of rook cook. ; )