“Perhaps I’m wrong,” Hog Badger admitted. “But shouldn’t any really civilized debate contain some modicum of intelligence?”
Nicobar Treeshrew packed his bags and grabbed his hat. He wanted to meet the taxi at the curb before the driver honked.
Wire Fox Terrier felt secure in his position as king amongst others but, not so sure of his place on the furniture.
“I never could get work at the factory,” Leaf-nosed Bat complained. “I couldn’t bear the noise.”
“Hoist the black flag,” Boxer growled. “No port will have us now.”
Sugar Baby popped up from the pot she was cleaning. “Oh no. No one matriculates in my kitchen. You’ll be scrubbing floors on your- What?”
Mockingbird eyed her customer with ill disguised contempt. “It is correct. It’s called vanity sizing.”