Achilles would most certainly agree that baptising the heel should not turn a deal twixt opting for ocean’s splashy spiel or an elegant pour from an aquamanile. ; )

Seamus, ever hungry as a horse, was the lea’s grazer elite, but after weeks of alternating pours and shines, the green’s sheen was, perhaps, a bit *too* palatable—as Monday morning’s lively lamb sheepishly lumbered into the paddock that evening a whole, damn ham of a ram, having, believe it or not, ate the *entire* bovate. ; )

Zarzuela’s scene two has the singer from Catalan step center stage for their solo, but, as you know, character’s player is bedridden with a cold. She did say, though, that you have been echoing her part in the alley and that, as well, you are known for rather grand entrances. What do you say? Would you mind taking the part—sort of as a winger in the order of a cat-who-can? Afterwards, there will be whole albacore times four in the dressing room for you. Mew? ; )

Away from terrestrials and their autolatry, which anchors them to fallible facades, sailor steers their vessel, instead, with deference to that which keeps them afloat, gratitude for that which guides their course, and humility—for having a seat in heaven’s hull. ; )

Let us seal the deal by agreeing that your proclivity for berg bits exhibiting acclivity and my preference for flatter floe shall, henceforth, be sufficient reasons for us presenting to our family and friends under the sobriquets Sledder and Bedder. ; )