A Quaint Conceit, Don't You Think?

If Only. Those Must Be The Two Saddest Words In The World.

In A Dog's World, Only Three States Existed: "now," "in A While," And "forever." If Someone Left, He Was Gone "forever," And When He Returned They Rejoiced As Much As If He Were Back From The Dead Precisely Because He'd Been Gone "forever.

It's Hard Being A Rock; They Have Such A Strange Sense Of Time - And Priorities.

Yeah, Well, That's What You Said The Last Time It Did This, And It Was Doing It That Time Too,' Tiercel Said Waspishly. Clear As Mud,' Harrier Muttered.

If I'm Walking On Thin Ice, I Might As Well Dance My Way Across