Hours later, having brought in the yellow raft laden with supplies to the green shore, then hidden them in the saw-toothed tall grass, an exhausted Cohn followed Buz into the forest.

Yep, this is a dance-leaning cover of the Matthew Wilder '80s pop chestnut. It has already saturated radio airwaves throughout Europe, with a number of programmers here already giving it positive feedback.

He throwed his head back as he run, and ketched me right between his horns, like a nut in a nutcracker.

I am at present engaged in preparing a vest-pocket edition of the philosophical works of Schopenhauer in words of one syllable.