Mary merrily made, in her mind, about her munchkins, a merism plus message: a bunny—all of flopsy, mopsy, and cottontail—begets bonding bounces for bestie bent on brushing both brindled and blank backs. : )

As Florence waited for her ferriage, she found ferns fancying finely at her feet—and, with that, her feelings floated toward fonder fields even before she was flagged, finally, to flip-flop from seat to fleet. ; )

“Mom, dad, it’s a nom eatery!” cried the fawn, who had just espied an emerald field of herbivorous heaven. Then, what the doe did see, not unlike a tsunameter at sea, elicited a herd heed—toward a place teeming with waves of grain rather than those of rain. ; )

Sat in shock,

Upon a rock,

Hugged by paltock,

Under smock,

Thoughts in lock,

Only tick-tock,

As feelings flock,

From world’s mock,

Until the crock,

Meets its doc,

As a knock,

Out the block. ; )

“Mew must stop tailing me, you thraward shadow-mat, for these paws at pause can still, if needed, scratch their match a la a spat twixt original and copied cat that evokes caboodles of greebles into a kit for pat. ; )