We went to the big and tall store
because all of such departments
had shrunk to next to nothing.
Audrey tried to tweet like a bird,
but then realized that she was a
flamingo. Or more like a flamingo.
Justin only just now realized that
the word flaming made up much of
what Audrey was. And is. He had
to adjust himself because he was
so afraid of funerals. Not that a fun
eral was where the gang were going.
Nope. But upon some reflection (this by
each in the group of four friends), neither
knew where it was they were headed, so
each began to ask the other, and soon all
four of the inseparable friends had contorted
looks all over their anthropomorphic faces.
