Hold onto your skin, the cocoon for the skeleton, we leave behind...

I had to chase her, not just a block or two, but the whole length of the city...

Deep in the forest near the gurgling brook, two species different as night and day fall prey to pride, an ever-baited hook, and nature’s right to age-old grudge gives way...

I poke the sticky little fish eggs with my chopstick; then I try to unstick and roll them off when they get too clingy on my utensil...

You stumbled onto my life, hon, fumbling all my rules...