Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.
I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.