Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! Punish their conversion!
The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.