Death Comes To Us All

Fate Is Fickle, And The Company Of Unwilling Friends Short Lived.

Shake Paws, Count Your Claws, You Steal Mine, I'll Borrow Yours. Watch My Whiskers, Check Both Ears. Robber Foxes Have No Fears.

Basil Stag Hare Tut-tutted Severely As He Remarked To Ambrose Spike, 'tch, Tch. Dreadful Table Manners. Just Look At Those Three Wallahs, Kicking Up A Hullaballoo Like That! Eating's A Serious Business.

Sighing Restlessly, The Boundless Sea Broke Huge Rollers Into White Cream Which Hissed Hungrily Up To The Tideline.

Imagination Is A Gift Given To Us From God And Each One Of Us Use It Differently.