First-Line Friday Follow-up: Zucchini

I wasn't always a zucchini, and I think that's the important thing to remember.

First-line Follow-up: Valentine's Day 2004

This is the story of Valentine's Day 2004, a day that will live in infamy.  That was the day Centavo met Ouisie.  The sky was blue, the birds were singing, and Ouisie was wearing about a quart of cow manure.

A Day at the Zoo

Once upon a time, there was a hippolotafus. Her name was Pangarelle, and when she looked in the mirror, she loved what she saw. Every morning Pangarelle would leap out of bed, pirouette toward the full-length mirror hanging on the wall opposite her bed, and twirl before the mirror, fluttering her eyelashes at the beautiful creature she saw before her. Long, shapely feet (that were nearly as wide again,) knees that were perfectly angled and planed (they had four of each apiece,) a great, bushy tail (that was always perfectly coiffed,) matronly hips (usually draped in pleasingly maidenly taffeta,) a teensy (weensy) waist, and sugar-coated shoulders (delicious!) would greet her face (which was, incidentally, her favorite feature of them all.)