You want a gest of love, hidden watcher of birds? Well, I will, instead, quank for you a request to leave the leaves in place—fronting your face. We are resplendent and worthy of note, but we will happily fast for a night in order to let our dinner serve as fantassins for your trespassing toes. And, if squawks and bites end up as hints not subtle enough, we are friends with a crocodilian who would be more than willing to provide you with the opportunity to alligate some severed limbs. ; )


I appreciate that with your hand of nosh, you nipe so that I may nip.

Crunchy veg is scarce after a rainpour. You say these nugs come from a rose-seed store?

A moment, please, whilst I sort bites by size; shambolic plates sour buds as half of flavour is sensed from eyes.

After I have had my fill, would you care to see my rendition of Lindy Hop? It leaves bunnies jealous because their tails cannot support the swingy bop. ; )

J. P. D. T.

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