When temperatures soar, discerning young Lions eschew the couch, bench and cubby holes of the Private Members-only Cat Club in favor of the glass table top.
If you close your eyes, you may even have visions of ice fishing.
–Finnegan
Are your pretty Daffodils menaced by Stella, the winter storm not the clumsy Woofie? Is there absolutely nothing you can do to keep them safe?
Don’t let the Daffodils sense your concern. Don’t fill their innocent, petaled heads with thoughts of their untimely demise.
Feel free, though, to drink away your sorrows at the Lion’s Head Tavern.
–Phelps