"Never mind me", Denis snorted, as Meryl

"Never mind me", Denis snorted, as Meryl banged the vacuum cleaner against his legs. If she heard him she didn't show it, but just continued on round the sofa and in front of the

stockpile of awards she had won over the years. The stench of burning rubber caused Meryl to shut down the vacuum. She ripped her Presidential Medal of Freedom from the brush

. "Damn it! I have to stop letting the kittens into the trophy room." She clucked. Just then a soft gray Chartreux kitten grabbed a hold of her shoe laces & another leaped from the

floor to a shelf lined with vases and more trophies. "Mew!" The fluffy kittens sniffed at everything in their path and the woman sighed. The kittens were too cute for words.

when ever some one looked at the kittens there throat would immediately clog up and the would go speechless all the would do is stroke there incredibly soft black fur and think

how much like little commas they looked and how much they wanted those little fur commas to punctuate their lives. Bernice gently picked up the basket of black kittens and brought

them to their doom; he entered the room: two bold dots, "Look," he bellowed, "I used to be ashamed of what I was: a colon, the butt of all jokes. Yet, I'm better than a fur comma!"

The fur comma had three white whiskers and the rest were black. There was no way to dye them. His hairdresser was alarmed that he wanted to ruin his appearance by doing such silly

thing when there were much more important things to be done, like express contrast between words & make clauses to change the meaning of entire sentences. "What about the Oxford?"

Yes, you thought. What about the Oxford? No, you thought. I didn't usually change the meaning of the whole. Better the subjunctive mode because it was always a case of Maybe Not.