Knowing how my dog would take a sniff at

Knowing how my dog would take a sniff at something & lose interest soon thereafter I was initially skeptical when Skeeter began practicing Yoga. The Downward Dog pose was easy, but

Skeeter than changed his name to Shri Lambada Dink Donk Dank Boinkgatha, the Third. He was now a born again Hindu. He wanted to travel to India so he planned a bake sale.

The laddu and halwa sold like hotcakes. Shri Lambada Dink Donk Dank Boinkgath, formerly known as Skeeter Punkineater, decided to postpone the trip and open his own cafe.

Skeeter Punkineater's cafe catered to former members of nursery rhymes long forgotten. They came from miles and pages away. The secret ingredient that called them was

the wish to be remembered. Punkineater's cafe offered to tell their forgotten stories in exchange for payment for their meal. Then, maybe, their rhymes could be rhymed once more.

The stories they chose to share, however, did stir an argument around the clean table at Punkineater's cafe. The patrons knew

The orangemen were stone deaf so the earplugs were passed around. This way the orangemen could be politely ignored. They were orange from head to toe, "humanoid mutts". The waiters

unaccustomed to having to wait to wait upon Waite, witnessed to the wretched woman of Wales who were weathered and wishy washy with withering witticisms when wearing witch's wigs

Behind the beaver barrier, the beavers beveled bed of brush and books, balancing on a bellowing brown bear…broke badly. Brightly I bask on Butter Beach, begging for beef and beans.