Here are some from the new Wee Monsters by Wee Monsters line. The first says “He’d scrimped all week to buy flowers for his “honey bunny”. He’d rehearsed his little speech about how their beauty paled next to hers. He stretched out his hand,placing the bouquet in her arms.”
“Oh! (Gasp) For me?”
“Then she are them. She was, after all,a bunny.”
This next one says:
“A perfect spring morning awaited him. The weather was poetic, the flowers, aesthetic. Birds sang in harmony on a par with The Grateful Dead on a straight day. Biff opened one eye and announced to himself and the world…
“coffee…now…”
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