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One time around the pickle mountain ensures that a fountain is required upon return but a round fish looking at a tree line is plotting and planning a way to make a watertight tree house. A d the seemingly unassuming capital letter Q makes a pungent aroma upon a sentence. Roll up roll up the molluscs are coming to town. Dressed in silvery jingly jangly costumes. Quite a carnival then isn't it? Well, isn't it? Would you not say that the grey tarmac is somewhat alleviated of monotony with such a fine passing of sprayed on multi coloured garments and beat with dancing feet. The bouncy tempo. The glowing. The flows from the decorated carts with the cartwheeling displays from the callipers. Calibrate that in a diagram now then frame. Always frame. Then hang on a blank wall. Out of the reach of tall plants. Which is good as they have a nasty habit of dragging the pictures from the walls with their mighty leaves. Ooh wow. Great isn't it? A lagoon in a sink filled with foam can easily be crossed by a teaspoon but only if the teaspoon is wearing armbands. Whereas a plate in a dingy could sink if they get hooked on a knife. So be careful then when organising a gala in a washing basin. Diving dredging delivery. And a turtle fish in a nice crisp shirt. Freshly ironed with a scent of a swamp. Fantastic. Ha a fly is doing a tango with a plug today in a ballroom. Ha a sandwich has escaped and is running across the lawn and is being chased by very very posh people at a garden fête. Xxxx paleobontist z z z z z z at fifty seven rocks reaching rare rooves to eight pies jostling for views. Z

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