Within the conglomeration of fallen hydrometeors, sharky shark has left the bloody clouds of chum—upon which he rained toothy terror—in order to shift his icy mood to a state in which serenity can be hailed, ameliorating the fuming fog that currently drifts him as slow as fluttering snow. ; )

“Honey, it is such a sunny day today, yet there seems to be trouble with your bumble.” noted Mrs. B.

“The buzz is that he has fear of the entity that is drawing near.” replied Little B.

“Mom, I keep remembering the keeper’s smoke that made us choke and the monstrous ‘shoo’s that blew like a fuse.” explained Bigger B.

“Oh, sweet-wing, the keeper and his kin are far from this place, so no need to forth and pace.” comforted Mrs. B.

“Mom, I think it may be a case of siderodromophobia to the max—for this bloom brights close to both puffs and ‘choo’s tied to the tracks.” posited Little B.

“I do not mean to be a train work for our pollination retreat, so could we, instead, circle over to the parlour for dropped dishes of sweet?” asked Bigger B.

“That is a splendid idea!” chimed Mrs. B and Little B in sync.

So, the three friendly bees rode the breeze from lea’s criss-crossed seas to Inara’s Icees for a sugary drink. ; )

Dear deer, freed from fiery, flaysome forest, endeared by fawns of their fawns, play mum near each teary hum. ; )

Before they head out to the lea, montures lick their teeth clean of oats, whilst before they head out to sea, pengies’ beaks preen their tux’s coats. ; )

They thought their freedoms were worth fanfare and fizgigs, but they could not see that they had already lost their rights to flights.

So, as their unfettered dreams soared silently away, searching for unsold souls, left behind was just carrion betrayed by gilded goals. ; )