It was no use blaming the rabbit. He had wanted MORE rabbits, not bigger rabbits. It must have been the GMO feed.
Silas was addicted to hot anti-freeze and used it to ameliorate any small misadventure he might sustain, self-inflicted or otherwise.
The Squadron-Leader was dismayed to find himself stymied by the parrot. The bus driver was becoming impatient, and Hore-Belisha was no doubt turning in his grave.
Korky rejected the neologism out-of-hand (or paw) and focused on the mid-range emptiness.
Mindy raised her hands in alarm just as she was about to step into the bath. She really ought to get that hole in the wall fixed.
Iris removed the boulder, but it was too late. The wombette was now an orphan.
Furnished with the latest equipment, Scott tuned in to a perfect C sharp.
The cat had heard of ‘ocho atràs’ and ‘ocho adelante’, but what was this about — ‘ocho rincòn’?
What next? thought the cat. This tango thing was getting out of hand — and ‘apilado’ to boot (or claw, as the case might be).
Both parrots, and the cat, could have told Gerry how fast the mouse would move. Tapping was completely unnecessary.