“Jolly good job with de la Fesse yesterday,” complimented Lord Dogsworth.
Somewhere in the vast midst of the Atlantic Ocean, Eve Apples and Xena Hammerhead stood on the flight…
“Noro,” sounded the husky voice over the phone, “McGregor and Agent are being thoroughly led astray as…
We type type type type type in our cubicles the whole day through,
Following Theo’s third encore the applause had finally petered out, and the elated elephant descended…
“Mommy, Mommy, I want bubble gum,” cried the seven-year-old, “or a poodle called Sylvester.”
“Private! Private!”
Bartholomew Skypie was a lofty seagull who could and — upon the slightest provocation — would trace his…
Back in the present, the cocktail lounge of Club 22 was bearing witness to a fraternal meeting.
As soon as the commercial break began the camel ran to the toilets and quickly relived himself. His…