ndkerchiefs are fun to u

se in case of emergency, pull the le

ver of the gas pu

mp kept on belching out large quantities of ga

rbage, which looked like so...

mething Dobby might we

ave into material to make soc

cer or football, which do you enjoy? Depends on which country you live i

nhabiting the veldt, gazelles leap br

ashly into the fold with a sense of non-linear confusion, as it is difficult to keep a sentence syntactically cor

nered with a hint of le

mon juice to make the taste mo

re like limo

usines carry all sorts of pe

licans, especially those types which sm

ight down ugly du

cklings who are really looking for their parents who are sw

inging on the ti

re swing, back and forth, to and fro, this way and th

rough the door into the kitchen for a cool glass of lem

ming and L

iza? Is that you?" he asked as he walked into the dark, forbidding room. He waited patiently, quietly, until a voice responded. "N

ever is a long time," and she let herself g

o to the store and pick up some cheese. Yes, cheese would be really nice right about n

ow," said P

ippi as she eyed the mountain of macaroni piled high in front of he

avy door. She noted the macaroni was keeping the door sh

ut that Tommy and Anika couldn't get through. Would this be the end of our dear heroi

c leading ma

lnourished Pippi? I'm not sure, but I'm hoping that she will make is out just in the nick of ti

ny feathers, or even wi

nner is..." The announcer held is breath in anticipation. The crowd surged in towards his booth, waiting anxiously for the name he was about to call. They heard is breath over the microphone, then his voice. "The win

ning lottery tic

ket has mysteriously disappeared, along with all our hopes and dreams that were carried with it! PSYCH! Actually, it was just hidden under the sofa cushions. Now, the winning lottery tic

k tock clock knocked, not a lot of soc

cer moms need to relax and not drive so fast on the fre

e-range chicken ranch, just two miles south of Te

nt city, where the c

umulous are nimble and the nimbus is c

hocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. All of it just singing to me. "Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee h

osepipe!" when the chocolate melts slowly, luciously, dr

agging itself th

ere and back again, like Bilbo Baggins was once famous for. But the day drew to an end and the light slowly fa

ntastic!" she cried. "It is absolutely fa

bulous!" And with that, she fell off the edge of the Ear

ly Show set as she ran after her now-embarrassed guest as he ran, with wet pants, to the ba

r in the Hotel Ca

lifornia, such a lovely place, such a lo

nly place, in which she quickly be

gan to pai