An Ant Is Making a Buffet Today

One day a skinny pole was wading through the swamp when it happened upon a typhoon resting by a small tree. Oh hello said the pole to the typhoon. What are you doing by there? Should you not be up in the air. Kaleidoscopic silver flames fan the resulting fires. And the golden cup smiles in sheer contentment at the auric display. But wading is not walking nor waltzing. And stuffing aprons with nuts, jam and jelly is not a wise idea and nor is it clever either. Without sitting down attempt to carry a mop across a diamond studded floor. Raised ridges rather rudely risk rivers. And a dormant hillside snows like an atomic aroma. Such a diversion sign giggling in a playing field.how rather entertaining that is. But butter buttons breastplates. And a nine millimetre pistol weaponry shield can lift the heaviest armour. What a conceited nightmare. What a complete cake collapse. What a mess. Now must tidy up with a fork. But no forklift truck today. Too busy. Ok then good. Quiet not a questioning quotation mark. And a percentage will be silenced with the thud of one acre of hob nail boot. Hahaha finger puff pastry in lines leaping. Haha silly said sausage singing songs xxxxx morphology Z Z Z Z