When not jumping up and down while waving his arms, Al relaxed by:
a. reciting Ovid.
b. pawing through the thousands of lorgnettes he collected.
c. undertaking freelance crime investigation.
d. drawing little tiny circles all over newspapers.
The appearance of the charming buffalo at the head of the stairs doused the din below. All heads turned to gaze in admiration at the charming buffalo’s single hoofed gliding descent of the balustrade. The throng parted in deference, and the charming buffalo took up a stance of elegance in the center of the ballroom. A single nod from the hirsute mammal prodded the orchestra to play. Gasps and swoons took up residence among the observers in reaction to the grace and supple magnificence demonstrated by the charming buffalo. The performance completed, the exquisitely horned being exited in glorious serenity by sailing through an open window and up into the night. The citizenry gave humble thanks.
raw lark tongues on a bed of vomit dusted with bone powder
In the novel, Ulysses, Bloom on the way to the funeral notices on the curbstone ‘an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot.’ Waitng for Godot, perhaps?
Chicken Man sincerely believed that universal plumage would undoubtedly solve all of the world’s problems.
Chicken Man fought for truth, justice, and:
a. the 40 hour work week.
b. slivered almonds.
c. more humane treatment for the incredibly insane.
d. universal plumage.
Betty longed to lead the cackle. She practiced in secret every day. Would Halloween ever arrive? The wait seemed endless. Betty’s mother urged her to practice patience. The suggestion merely deepened Betty’s frown and fed her tendency to mutter.
“Is it yet?” asked Betty every day until her mother at last could say,”Oh finally, praise to all broomsticks, YES!”
“Who will lead the cackle?” Betty dared to ask.
“It was unanimous,” said her mother.
“Who?” said Betty.
“YOU!” shrieked her mother.
Betty nearly fainted, but didn’t. Instead, she leapt to her broom and tore from the cottage.
At the entrance to night, the gold and pink blooms beckoned under the fat moon. Betty soared, cackling madly. The others followed in droves, nodding approval.
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