Eric’s nap boulder was also used as a picnic table.
The lifeless chipmunk sat there, lifeless.
A jaunty jay hopped by, paused, said, ‘What’s your story, captain? Usually you’re zooming around here like so much lightning.’
The chipmunk barely sighed, muttered, ‘What’s the use?’
‘I know what you need,’ said the jay. ‘HAWK!’
The chipmunk flashed across the clearing and dove down a tunnel.
The jay chortled and went off looking for someone else to pester.
Moral: For arousal from torpor, a jaunty jay is just the ticket.
WINDED, BUT NOT GONE
1. ‘Show Mr. Peabody into the library, please,’ repeated the insane woman clad in rags time and time again.
2. He suffers, I fear, from a severe case of permanent adolescence.
3. She was so full of herself that she overflowed onto others.
The skill and passion combined in Gandhi’s tango were unsurpassed.
a pleasure gone too far
i.e. consumption of an entire pie at one sitting.