Reading supported his dreams, each page a voussoir upholding access to a cognitive court, each line limning light upon hopeful paths yet turned. ; )

Amid a sweven’s lea of lily, Amy breezily brushed through the hue, snaveling posies for pockets, whence she would later divvy dandy, lionish joy to the praise of rural robins’ merriment . ; )

Perhaps, then, the fault lies in having handled the situation within a listric layout—unable to yet shake life’s curves, fielding feelings falling flat.

On the flip side, palming perseverance precludes promotion of possibility, meaning any other tricks up the sleeves must foster ascension rather than suspension. ; )

Cap left to set ship asail.

Pup stayed to wag then sit tail.

Cap left to boast his burgee.

Pup stayed to host its fall tree.

Cap left to turn yellow hands into brave mates.

Pup stayed to churn golden lands as play-time dates.

Cap returned to call his loyalest pal to his side.

Pup retrieved its ball before next quest with greatest guide. ; )

“Oh, please, *sniff* Flower. Of course, I am not bludging. I am not scouting for predators, but I *am* searching for serendipity and I can assure you that as soon as I find some, I will share rewards of the job with the entire Whiskersy mob.” ; )