Dance Of The Sugar Plum

At That Point Ms Fox Came In And Said, "hello, Carry On As If I Am Not Here." Then She Lay Down On The Floor.

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

I Am Going To Keep My Mind (well, What's Left Of It) Occupied By Doing (and I Never Thought The Day Would Come When I Would Say This) My Homework.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps Ranting "what Light Trough Yonder Window Breaks" Its The Moon For God Sakes!