Shadowed shore, hidden by sea’s pressing waves, forthcomes as a frisket, presenting, upon retreat of sea, a framed masterpiece of treasured hues and styled designs—a fleeting field of finest art awed by the eyes, held in the heart. ; )

Certainly, this traipse for a splendid view merits a “whoo”—times two. Just a hop, skip, and jump down the road, quotha! Hope the return trip provides for need upon a steed. ; )

Gull can eye, soar higher.

Vulcanize for a tire.

Yolk on ice abhorred: ire.

Folk? Oh, nice! You are hired!

Pull kin, aye, sure, flier. ; )

The king cried foul: “Why has my dapifer, that quack, brought me tofu a l’orange?”

The steward did hide the fowl: “Waving webbies do fit the bill unless you want to wing it with the clippers and nippers.”

The duck opted to abide the fool: “Main courses, even those swam less, are Frosty splashes declined due to distress.” ; )

Goal sighted.

Targeting tames transilience.

Practiced posture prevails.

Mark meets match.

Gal suited. ; )