If waves duck through a metamaterial in such a way that refraction is but a fraction, then those reflecting on applications for such a phenomenon are certainly quacks. ; )

“ROAR! Just because you claim that I snore, does not permit you to spike my crab sandwich with molochs!” cried lion of the seaport’s pier.

“HONK! Well, you keep insisting that you are sniffing your saline sprays, but your nose noise proves that is clearly bollocks!” retorted sea’s queen into the lion’s ear. ; )

She was more than his light—like a blazar, she awed as both endearing and enigmatic—like the Sun, she wielded warmthfulness to life—like the stars, she ever guided heartbeats home. ; )

Indeed, Tiggy’s fiery fur contrasted with her newly sugar-coated brrr-der,

But her tasting tassel flickered in sync—a fire-flaught of pink—with each merry blink. ; )

Gigi’s proprioception—a bit askew, possibly due to those crumbs from the you-know-how fond of sharing bread past its date of due—had her bill fumbling a bit, to start, over the scattered seeds, but she eventually cleaned her place—and followed with a return to her nest for sated zees. ; )