The king cried foul: “Why has my dapifer, that quack, brought me tofu a l’orange?”

The steward did hide the fowl: “Waving webbies do fit the bill unless you want to wing it with the clippers and nippers.”

The duck opted to abide the fool: “Main courses, even those swam less, are Frosty splashes declined due to distress.” ; )

Goal sighted.

Targeting tames transilience.

Practiced posture prevails.

Mark meets match.

Gal suited. ; )

Beach drift Windexed to a satin sheet within only a dawn’s yawn—a sargable task for Wednesday’s waves—anticipates incoming impressions for warmthfulness of sea’s comforter. ; )

Oh, me, oh! My honey-bunny’s ear-kissing has out-turned true! The pinkies are nutty in a benefitting way if you nix a shoo to stand on two! ; )

Doggie guards not bones, but, rather, stones—for while the cromlech may not provide a pleasant chew, it does provide a both preferred and private place to use the loo when trees have a queue, hydrants are few, and owner’s locked door pauses for no paw’s cue. ; )