Feet, as pataches, sail around ceiling’s sea-ling, attempting to connect light patches so as to board boredom with a mutiny of happy tappy-toe scratches. ; )

“Honk, honk, honk, honk!” honked Gertrude to Genevieve as the dam broke way, letting the pond disembogue into the river. “Why be quackers over those crackers? If you do not want to end up in a casket, let us make a different way—towards a shore thing, that forgotten picinic basket!” ; )

“Thank you, cunctative groundskeeper,” reflected the risking boarder and the treasure hunter and the alighting gulls and the bonfire igniters and the sandcastle constructor and the beachcombers and the stuck wheeler and the unsheltered picnickers and the hider from the seekers and the mama turtle. ; )

Aves may be analphabet, but an alpha bet against can still read the breeze in order to uplift itself in a direction towards success—with ease. ; )

Gina and Geri could never really help having their heads in the clouds since they are, indeed, of the giraffe kind. However, foliage would oft draw them from their dreams for some time to wrap both necks and tongues around a routine more rooted in reality. When, one day, it happened that they could connect to neither swevens nor stems, Gina and Geri, with feelings grum having suddenly come, were left wondering while wandering: Could tall possibly be too small if height merits no bite and steep finds no sleep? Then, Gina noticed Geri, who back noticed Gina, and, simultaneously, they each surmised that, regarding recent size sighs, they would trust neither eyes nor skies, but, rather, only those spots in their hearts that held hope for his amid passing byes ; )