“Now, sit for a sec, boopy Snoopy, and I’ll tell you the rules.”

“This is a city and it is teeming with too many fools.”

“Here, you may not zoom like a two-dimensioned hypercoaster—”

“Or else, you may just end up printed on a missing poster.”

“Also, automobiles are not gigantic squirrels with wheels;”

“They will squash you flatter than crowd-stampeded banana peels.”

“Finally, your bark [worth heeding] is way more fierce than your bite:”

“You want to avoid picking an urban hound for a dog fight.”

“So, good girl, let us get you leashed and collared for our explore.”

“Then, afterwards, we can both return home to freely adore.” ; )

When it feels like life ever throws a boondie at you each time you stop to enjoy the bloomies, pass on the fear, dear deer, and continue your tour of allure, albeit accompanied by instinct’s green-lit zig-zoomies. ; )

Others may ascend their hogbacks—leaving them grunting and sweating like pigs, but I will live like a groundhog—sheltering in cool coziness breathed by porthole views of sun-brushed leaves dancing upon breezing twigs. ; )

Below the pier’s godown, where sellers out-shelled greenbacks, would daily come up Shelly, who, effervesced with gaze awed to the above, ever bought into the bubbly ado of the terrestrial crew. ; )

Some bettas may find themselves lucky enough to be either free or awash in a red-carpet tank, but those of the piscine precariat simply fancy a chance to ever leave their cups for a space scaled to hold at least one-fin-for-three glubs. ; )