The truth is, the Frenchman is rather inclined to fleshiness; yet the soup-meagre theory still prevails amongst the mass of Englishmen.

This is babyfic with a realistic drooly biting babbler in the starring role.

“Advertising” was one problem for frontier women. Another was having to “coon” across a fallen tree that had been felled and limbed to bridge a canyon or gully.

If I try to tell people about when I'm from, they'll all think I'm a loony toon.