Sixteen Peaches Chasing Twenty Cows In a Fridge Is Quite Noisy Isnt It

One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much can be gleaned from the gleam of a pan after soap suds had swished the remains of the gravy from it's silver. The spoons spoke for themselves and often spoke to him. He enjoyed their conversation very much. But later they climbed into the drawer. Away they went. Fast asleep. Until needed. The small iron plated teapot was grinning away on the wide shelf. It had recently been dusted. Well, it had given up and grabbed the duster. Polishing away each night he glimmered and so did the shelf. But putting a self on a shelf is not that great for health or wealth either. Integral important integers interweave. What.......is that flying over the washing? Thought the stuffed toy ape. “It is a rainbow” shouted the socks with glee. The patterns made the shirts glow. And they smiled in appreciation for they disliked where they were worn to and did not like the travel either. They preferred the peace of the drying area of the property and often got very cold outside in the Winter months. The jeans also smiled. They often enjoyed the jiggling jostling of being pushed into boots and they had some relaxation through the charms of the rainbow who was now making spotty patterns around the whole room. The electric knife was having a colouring in competition with the saw. And the collages made from the steak knives was amazing really. But all the brushes and brooms were hiding. Playing the game actually! Giggles came from the cupboard. And gave away places previously ignored by the mop bucket who was the finder on that occasion. Ha he grinned they were in the cupboard. Angled. Squashed together. Giggling. Using his head he nudged the door open. And then it was the turn of the brushes to find him. So he ran off whilst they closed their eyes and hid underneath the inflatable kayaks in the bath. Such camouflage under here he thought. Such blend of colour in a weave. Dit dash dot in a cot or in a pen. WOW Synchronicity is a crucial layer in a fish's view. Round and round and round the bowls of life's confined quarters. But often in ponds these fish notions are entertained and valued. And a liberal lamb laughing in a wind tunnel at a funnel who had got into a car and sped away. Fed up of liquid it was and now it was heading for the beach to assist in the creation of a fifty foot sandcastle with a moat. But moats are neither mooing moaning monster minks and neither are they marble men. Interesting that is isn't it? To put a coat on a single bee is to help it keep warm but only ever use anorak style as they are quite choosy with clothing really especially outer layers. And spin in a cycling race with the machine that washes the clothes. Try to obtain an even score. Z Hofmannophila pseudospretella Z at 15 ripening peaches in a frisge with cream from 16 cows.