
Patriarch pengies could not be sure if what they heard was either eggs hatching or beach decrepitating, so, regardless of the reason, they decided wearing the wintry waves on their waddlers was the day’s only way.
Patriarch pengies could not be sure if what they heard was either eggs hatching or beach decrepitating, so, regardless of the reason, they decided wearing the wintry waves on their waddlers was the day’s only way.
I wonder how my height-fearing date will respond to my sense of humour—having rickrolled him the directions to a park where our picnic is set atop a spiraled spire [of inspiration for the intrepid, of course].
Soon…
Humans suggest that domiciliation is somehow connected to the location of those feelings linked to any of amore, assurance, or attraction, but aves find their preference for an abode dependent solely on where strewn seeds find themselves fated to be daintily digested.
Some pups wait patiently for the return of their roustabouts and other pups wag and bark at runabouts circling roundabouts, but the most peaceable puppies in the world are always up in arms—or thereabout.
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