Splashes’ saltant drops may not catch duckies’ wondering eyes, but that which tossers miss still leads duckies to bready surprise. ; )

To trick the romantic beau, okay, with a pick from a trichromatic bouquet, let them think the hues of a Peep suggest amore is deep—and, then, oddly sing as petals even are plucked until their hope is bucked.

Horsey ponders not about a magnetar’s attractions and its links to decay when horse’s senses prefer acclimating to lea’s green grass over barn’s grey hay.

Later.

Pup steps to dubstep whilst pet-pal, the whiskerando with the feline meow-stache, judges Wendy’s and her partner’s whisks and whirls, which are receiving many more plaudits than those salsa squirrels.