Oh, such a sly fox! Ephemeral will be your state of sour grapes—for whilst at watch, mulling very regarding made mulberry, desired catch will soon drop and victory’s toast will complement not with whine, but morat so fine. ; )

Mr. Roo, how does one, then, explain the mystery ado?

That your nose for posh nosh forever avoids a thorny chew?

Could it be that pouches prognosticate a planty’s milieu?

Or, that paws research the laws of foliage finest and true?

Ach, I see! Who would have guessed that aichmophobia leads you to leaves’ lusciously supple supper queue! ; )

Kermit, having transversed the rainbow he hoped would lead to a connection as of yet imagined or realized, peeled back an end’s leaf to find himself, at least for a moment, living in longinquity.

Then, a strum softly twanged crescendo and entities cautiously-followed-by-confidently emerged as Kermit came to know that he had, indeed, finally found familial ground. ; )

Cat nips where silo’s stover scuffed rather than fluffed nappy tabby. ; )

Passage’s way whispered to each passerby this pauciloquy: “Set, free.” ; )