Heart-warmed by simplicity of a place that provides space to *live*, heart-scald accompanying denizen’s return from outside’s burning bustle transforms, id est transposes, into a more palatable form—from placed fires to coziness of…home. ; )

Well, dear pup, this is a place to be free—from each of the sack of mailman and the snack of drysalter and the back of barker. For when you wander as a pack of one, not dependent on those you pass in run, you will create your own state of most fine that shares dogged strength through coat’s cosmic shine. ; )

Hide your legs, dear camo-frog, from envious eyes out for a look—for you want not to skinny dip in agrodolce of rook cook. ; )

Bear in mind that even the most ferocious ursine is wary of the power wielded by a charming grimalkin, bewitcher of both brunette quadrupeds of growling natures and their oft pinkish, co-dependent nurturers. ; )

Could you guide me to a place otter than this noodledom of fishy sticks and sticky fish—or must I lead my mustelids to sager streams, by my own means, ‘fore thickness teems? ; )