“Drill, baby, drill,” chanted Black Woodpecker, “with my bill, baby, bill.”
Wooly Hare stopped for lunch at the diner. “Some days it seems as though work will never end.”
Sharp-shinned Hawk left the council meeting in disgust. War was coming, even if he be the one to start it.
“Convention dictates,” Bechstein’s Bat said, “that what happens in Geneva, stays in Geneva.”
Rock Hyrax signed the contract grudgingly; it wasn’t what he really wanted but, it would get his message to the masses.
Garter Snake panted heavily. “Normally I cut across the park, but I hate living a cliché.”
Swift Fox knelt on the grass and touched the stone. ” I remember you. Today. And every day.”