Swan of lake precisely fits the bill for inspiring strings plucked from cheville.

Vigesimal dolphins are swimming in a vee—jump, splash, echo—artistically.

Dorothy clicks her heels when no place like home begins to entice and photogs click the shutter when banausic moments call for spice.

With no citrus for the scurvy and developing dyscrasia due to the rotten wooden leg, it was no surprise that I, the smallest guy, took the brunt of his plight, but it matters no more because I have been banished from shoulder to comforter and, hence, into the softest, warmest space of sunlight. ; )

Bunnies hop—then, are happy, but cos-buns hypothenars preclude them from hopping as effectively as their inspirations, so they strive for egg-cellence in presentation instead. ; )