Acerbity
Eric the stoat had always wanted to eat a cucumber sandwich. He didn’t know what it was, but it sounded quite – that is to say, very – dignified. Madame […]
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Abreast
The weasels lined up, five abreast, in a file five deep. Old Granny Badger cast her eyes over them from the long fuzzy spire of her snout. “Gentlemen,” she croaked, […]
Pierce Nahigyan 