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.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
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!
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.