If there wasn't any fish on the menu they would leave.
Because of the effervescent rags of retold tales that are always part of mermaids dreams.
Having said nothing in response to the question of rain in the carriage; the two went along separate ways.
Not returning to the point of entry where the old hen was laying.
Dogs slept easy that night with themselves.
Never scratching at fleas.
Have a thin Thursday!
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