Ermine lay in the mud looking up at at a weeping sky. He would miss croissants, brie, and fools that might be king. But not English arrows.
“When I eat my weight in popcorn,” Blue Whale explained coming out of the theater, “I qualify for a farm subsidy.”
Miller’s Grizzled Langur didn’t just pose for the camera, she spoke to it. She sang to it. She gave it that extra dimension– life.
Chihuahua glared at the mirror wearing the sweater his wife gave him and realized no one bites back as hard on their anger.
Woodpecker put his newspaper down. “Editorials. Makes me miss the days of torches and pitchforks. What’s it take to get an angry mob now?”
Beagle took a stand. “Laws are meant to confine the lawless, not curtail the activities of the lawful.”
Jackrabbit pushed the empty glass back across the bar. “We don’t hold with that kind of talk around here, pilgrim.”