You dig your paddle deep, breaking the glossy surface of the lake. Your canoe skims along, cutting a crisp seam in the water. Dig again, twist change, again and again and again. The island seems to grow. It almost leaps forward to meet you. And now, caution abandoned, you ram the shore and leap without […]
he called in the staff and showed them the graph efficiency factors had fallen by half he began to laugh said, ‘pardon my giraffe’ and danced on his toes and shouted out ‘Faff!’
Gult darted glances right and left, then slipped unobserved into the hedge. He dug a hole and settled into it. They’ll never find me here, he thought. And they never did.
Zasu was merely braiding her hair and pondering oblivion.
In this scene, Zasu Pitts is using her amazing wandering hands to: a. conjure up some Hell spawn. b. communicate with the spirit of Davy Crockett. c. finish braiding her hair while she ponders oblivion. d. emphasize her reluctance to climb into the buggy with the grinning stranger.
Never stack all your horses on one barrel. Never include the words ‘spaniel’ and ‘marmot’ in the same sentence. Never spell the word ‘lobster’ unless standing on one leg.
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