Zara is a gypsy who has perfect night vision.

a breathtakingly beautiful creature. Knowing her fellow companions couldn't even his see outline, she led them away and planned to visit Desert Creek alone when the sun came up.

Later, at Desert Creek she found rainbows, lollipops, giant marshmellow lilly pads and a flowering Turkish Delight. Magical pixies sprinkled fairy dust on fluffy pink clouds

Somewhere in the distance, silvery windchimes tinkled in a gentle vanilla-scented breeze. Hey Lolly Lolly! Hey Lolly Lolly! Come out, come out wherever you are! Beezlebub

was pissed. He'd been paying $5 for footlong sandwiches all these years only to find out that most of them were 11 or 11.5". Beezelbub's latest sandwich artist, Lolly, was about to

experience Beezelbub's Barbeque Beef Beef 1st hand. Beezlebub basted Lolly within an inch of her afterlife. "Sheisters serving shortened subway sandwitches shall suffer severely!"

"Which witless whistler whittled away Willy's wigwam?" I retorted. And everyone stared at me like I had

frosted a cake with mayonnaise. The curse of alliterative speech was one I had inherited from my father's side of the family - apparently it all began sometime in the 1600s, when

My great uncle Leif Flobuttress mistakenly castrated the wrong animal at the Sorcerer's farm. The Sorcerer sent an alliterative curse causing my miserable f...oh god I'm doing it

now, naren't nI? Nit's not neven na ngood none. Nese nords non't neven nart nith Nn normally. Now nI'll never net na noment's neace. Nupid norcerers. Nupid nanimal nabuse.