The frog says these spikes on my head are for the better. The slug proclaimed eggactly. In any case, we don’t need to get there until day strikes, so we best gather the lilac tulips and expect the worst forecast. It’s causing an itch on my lumbar spine you see. Well, the splotches should be chilled by then, then the Writing will no longer require to borrow our hindsight. Are you essentially describing When? No my dear, insight!
TBC – The Adventures of Shady and Slime.