“What now squeaky wheel?” Golden-capped Fruit Bat sneered at his defunct chariot by the side of the road. “The grease pot. It is dry.”
No coffee. No post. Anyone want to chip in a buck for some coffee?
“Cursed wretched earth!” Calabria Pine Vole kicked the dust that had been his farm. “No seeds of change, nor change of seed will save us.”
Ocellated Quail walked away from the ice cream shop happily. “They always give me an extra scoop because they remember my ex-wife.”
Botta’s Serotine was inclined to recommend the baklava. It went well with the black coffee.
“Give me liberty,” Osprey orated, “and I give you yours. Protect my freedom and I’ll protect yours. Give me equality and be my equal.”
“I don’t understand,” Wood Lemming looked down at Balkan Mole on the ground. “I didn’t poison either cup.”