Tibetan Gazelle kissed his sleeping mate goodbye and left for the office. Mountains do not climb themselves.
“My purview,” Blandford’s Fox defined, “is much the same as my domain, only sexier.”
“Merde”, Sloth Bear complained. “I’d lose my own head if I thought there was a revolution in it.”
Malayan Sun Bear appealed to the court. “There are no bad lawyers, only a dearth of worthwhile clients.”
Caracal spat out food in complete surprise. “Fix bayonets?!? I just fixed my lunch!”
Kashmir Shrew flipped through a few more pages of script. “I wasn’t aware art films had so many pie fights.”
“Which to read?” Kestrel pondered. “Sweet Savage Love, or Love’s Savage Sweetness?”