When a local butcher gave her a party savoloy (a highly treated sausage) she became so hyperactive for the next six hours, she threw tantrum after tantrum.

She'll be a match for poor little Cupid, with his tiny bow and arrow, I dare say, said Grace Fitzgerald, with a roguish eye.

If thou ſhouldeſt arriue among the Indians, and finde but ſome ſiſlie Cottage in the deſolateſt Countrey thereof; Thou wouldeſt by and by conclude, this Ile is inhabited, ſome man hath paſſed heere.

So you know when you're off your box and you're dancing to this tune and the tune is one of your favourites, yeah? But because you're off your box, it's better than banging.