Each egg had nine kittens but their tails were multi-colored, brightening up like lightning bugs riding the wind in their dreams. The aforementioned donkey had a cowlick, a cracking good pudding pie pineapple which was topped with hibiscus flowers. But, I digress. His cowlick overshadowed seriousness, bringing laughter instead of sorrow, joy for kittens who had no beef stew, accordingly, as one kitten ate it all. Berry picking season ended abruptly without, without notice so the factory closed.
Small airports were plane, and simpley grounded in foggy conditions until the skies cleared. The lady, Jane, never waited tables, but danced on stage, flamenco style, with two purple roses from Cairo.
Shark swam faster, looking for dinner as they swam. Their eyes narrowed and mouths opened, Jane stood defiant whilst being eaten up with curiosity as her lightsaber dimmed beyond use. Shark McDougall noticed a “peek-a-boo” lion lounging on a…