When Tom saw the neon nibbler, he quipped to his date, “Hey, how would you like to stop here for a light snack?”, and followed this by flicking his tongue toward the pussycat in a manner of dubious intent. Tom, a witling all too willing, then walked home a lone, limp noodle. ; )

Deirdre’s obstination had relieved her of spending the afternoon grazing with the herd, so, now, she was free to engage in participation of her most prized pleasantry: introvert’s insular, idyllic imbibation. ; )

If you need a tinchel to enjoy the gifts Mother has to bear,

Your wins are losses by way of play never to be known as fair.

Try surrounding yourself instead—by harmony’s infinite care;

And, see what uplifts when gets are exchanged for haves already there. ; )

Those ducks—quite the quacks, ever trying to gammon us into a round of their fowl play, have finally, in our swan song, been goosed—by being loosed of their best roost thanks to dupe’s boost.. ; )

Bun’s manducation: carton partin’.

Chick’s location: fun on bun.

Eggy’s trepidation: roll to bowl.

Pastel’s notification: new-hue-woo!

Easter’s rumination: live to give; give to live. ; )