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Chloe was having the hardest time deciding between Paris and Belgium. In the end she went for the fries, and they were well worth the train ride. Besides, snails and hats are overrated.
Germs and bugs never go on vacation. It's always rush hour, especially on the tube.
In the dust covered catalog that Simon found in the attic, there were 2 slightly different kinds of dragons one could purchase and hatch from eggs. Which one should he choose?
Peter's grandmother, Silvia, enjoyed going to the store. She had the naughty habit of tasting things before she'd purchased them. Last week while browsing at Harrods, she "tasted" an entire baked ham in one swallow, followed by a jug of Victorian style lemonade and a crate of sticky toffee puddings-- and that was just in the first 5 minutes.
The Victoria and Albert Museum's restricted access basement was piled high with oddities and antiques. Dr. Wycombe thought they seemed of dubious origins, especially in the armor and heraldry section.
There had to be something between the clouds and stars, and Avery intended to be the first rabbit in his class to find out. There could be bird cities, or weather machines, or secret factories that produced clouds as waste. There were endless possibilities, but he was certain of two things: 1. his helium filled robot with radio signal and video was going to work. 2. He needed a photograph of the robot launch, just in case it didn't work.
The cold, pale, meat pie's smell instantly made the dinner guest's hair stand on end. Their eyes watered and nostrils flared, but absolute politeness continued. They picked up their forks and with wavering smiles took a bite. IT must have been still alive. Did IT quiver when eaten, or was that just the guest's shaking hands forcing it into their slightly down turned mouths? The only explanation for IT's foulness was that IT came from the bog.
Victoria sighed and took out her umbrella, again -- and then coughed. The weather forecast had been useless, and it was a contributing factor to her sickness. She put away her umbrella. It had stopped raining just as suddenly as it had started. "Why is it I am nearly always shedding a jacket, getting cold, putting it back on, and then getting hot?" She coughed, again. "Yes, the forecast is definitely useless. One must plan for spring, with summer, autumn, and winter moments. No wonder the English drink so much tea."
While in Edinburgh, Margaret thought she looked spectacular in her new Scottish garb. Back in the city, however, it was a completely different story.
Sophia was naturally worried about going out. It was raining cats and dogs outside, and as a mouse, she had never trusted that phrase. The letter had to be mailed today. "No use getting worked up over the weatherman's choice of words." she thought. So, she put on her favorite rainboots, striped socks, and ran for it.
You could tell just by meeting her, that Ms. Gladys Cordelia in apartment 6r had a really big sweet tooth.
There is no arguing that neckties are very useful things, (all except for bow ties). You can use wide ones as a hankies, long ones as jump ropes or in a pinch as sling shots. But, Bernard's collection was getting out of control. The ties were spilling into the bathroom, his car and the yard. Which is why something had to be done. Immediatly.
Rebecca was a library rat. As such she was destined to spend warm summer days sifting through dusty shelves of Victorian books. Luckily, she had a bookworm to keep her company. They hardly ever argued about which book to read, and the only real issue between them was sorting out what kind of crackers and cheese to eat.
Happy Birthday Squirrel! I hope you enjoy your nutella layer cake,
with marzipan shaped nuts.
Finchley Stump was completely sure a ghost has moved into the dining room. There had been clattering and eerie giggles the entire evening. Just then a drawn out moan whirled down the hall and made his feathers stand on end. "Ugh," thought Finchely, "ghosts are such a bother." But as he was a duck and not a chicken, he shut his eyes and quickly opened the door. On the floor in a heap of crumbs and stickiness, lay not a ghost, but his sister Maude. "Could you please ring the doctor?" she whimpered. "There has been a sweets and tea overload."
Down the street from Ruby's cave, there was a store entirely stocked with marmalade, honey and jam-- in as many flavors as a bear could imagine. The most lovely of which was elderberry and blackcurrent. It seemed she was going to be eating a lot of toast and crumpets this summer.
Herald Alexander Pennington the 4th had enormous ears. They were almost as large as the hideous bow tie he wore because he thought it made him look important-- but mostly wore because he thought it drew attention away from his frail, inbred legs.
Even though he was the littlest shrew in the park, he had very well stocked picnic basket. It was full of clotted cream, digestive biscuits, meat and ale pies, and a wide variety of teas.
