This inaction is abominable. Perhaps it is the result of disturbances abdominable. The pilgrims settled Massachusetts in 1620 when they landed on a stone hummock. Maybe if they were here now they could settle my stomach. Oh if I only had the wings of a bird Instead of being confined on Madison Avenue I could soar in a jiffy to Second or Third.
Purity Is obscurity.
Once upon a time there was a Siamese cat who pretended to be a lion and spoke inappropriate Zebraic. That language is whinnied by the race of striped horses in Africa. The zebra is so astonished at hearing a Siamese cat speaking like a zebra, why - he's just fit to be tied. So the little cat quickly ties him up, kills him, and drags the better parts of the carcass back to his den. The cat successfully hunted zebras many months in this manner, dining on filet mignon of zebra every night, and from the better hides he made bow neckties and wide belts after the fashion of the decadent princes of the old Siamese court.