I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
That was rude, you *are*! Rabbit knows a thing or two and I myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows.
Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.