Brown Bear shifted in his seat in the audience. “I hate poets. And their reading. Make every word sound like they just invented it. Verily.”
Woe to be leaving England all covered in snow, Condor thought. Woe to be weary of spirits running low. And he shook the empty little bottle.
Impala checked the train schedule one more time. He didn’t want to be late for holiday on the veldts.
Oryx addressed the hospital tent from his cot, “Speaking of those that would bleed with me this day, I meant figuratively.”
Back at his desk, Siberian Tiger eyed the piles of waiting paperwork and rued the day he moved to management.
Partridge awoke to a sound and fury. A sound and fury that existed only in her head.
With a dramatic sweep of her tail and a toss of her head, Jerboa climbed the grand staircase leaving everyone speechless.