Ellie’s favourite time of the day was spent twirling her trunk by the drinking hole, where—as if by magic—both dusty wrinkles and coarse crags would turn sleekit in pool’s refined reflections—ever drawing her endeared awe. ; )

“Aqua and conquiescamus for the catulus.” she self-talked, traipsing past the trio of tabbies, pulling her best play from the delectus after an afternoon of study, ready to opt, deservedly so, for the same reward upon her arrival home. ; )

Bush provides both bountiful and boundless borders to wallabies of wanderlust, but roos of reservation prefer backyard privatopias as sanctuaries, where their wonder fancies within a frame of win!-and-oh!fortunes. ; )

Nosh’s nutritional boost to the writer’s hand takes no second seat to that which cafe’s nutrimental ambience lights in the mind. ; )

Midday’s mistiness mirrors in missus’s musing mind as malevolence’s mortiferous mission merits muted movement from men of means. ; )