Within maneki-neko’s habitacle, luck blooms in many forms: welcoming palms, warmthful light, supportive seats, flowing currents, nooked books, ready bread, mindful mementos, and transparent panes. But, its luckiest draw is space enough to snug in a sidekick, too. ; )

“What happened to my stash?!?!?!” cried Sammy, who had squirrelled away an apparently now peculated picul of pecans.

“That is nuts!” Sammy fumed—as she set her tail to ‘search’ and set out to recover her reserves with a first stop at Robin’s bustling birch. : )

Olivia’s oppidan ops had taught her Lindy hops.

Melvin’s metro times were spent in Argentine-tango lines.

So, when the terpsichoreans met for first steps à deux,

Their heads over heels led primo to toes and, then, to woo. ; )

Having been left parched by her unending trek across the sun-striped plains,

Zoe seeks a drink in order to avoid the impending vultures.

Happening luck upon an oasis of soaked stones, her feared fate wanes

As euphoria lends to looping licks a la rain-pebble multures. ; )

New roos, unable to breach the barrace of flora’s terrace with their baby hops, have turned their appetites’ attentions to beach’s nose-tickling-yet-tongue-tingling crops. ; )