“Excuse me, but could I burro you both for a second?”

“I need a pair who can help me find a lair.”

“If you could just each place an ear on each side of here.”

“There is a bun on the run who—I think just for fun—stole carrots I won.”

“Your sense for strepitus in this test will aid in locating the hop-lifter’s nest.”

“What?!”

“You refuse—both of you?”

“Why the steadfast boo?”

“Oh, I see.”

“Bad bunny is part of your lucky crew—Robinhooding veg for sured self plus two.” ; )

Demure ducky had pondered diving into thalassotherapy on the recommendation of his salty seagull friend, but he decided the fresh start he desired was right under his bill—where a swimmingly simplest solution presented itself in his resplendent reflection. ; )

“What a benignant being,” mewsed the basketed case of cat, who appreciated the gesture of being comforted via removal from the caboodle in which kit had been experiencing a fit that almost incited it to hit with each murder mitt. ; )

In her youth, she would reply, “Kiss off!,” whenever “Kicks off” was requested by her mum—and she would switch roles in that exchange with her own daughter decades later. But, in her senectitude, she hits the snooze in her shoes without anyone blowing their fuse—because she finally caught life’s hint: neither feet nor sheet will ever stay mint and both life and dreams occasionally require a sprint. ; )

Gently tapped by greeting of each light ray,

Ready wakes nudge as nay to hit the hay,

Turning toss-to-wash bed sheets where they lay

Into rap-full pushes for mind’s new day,

Which sails through each of sets, rises, and play

Until voyage returns to dreams away. ; )